Standing underneath a grove of autumn trees the girl and her charms compliment each other. One can’t really tell where the sky begins, all that I can confess, I can only stare. There are certain words that are often whispered a thousand different ways of course. I watch as she steps the ground sits convered in the most colorful of leaves. Her arms are straight down twisted around her sides, her legs slightly crossed, the girl admires her voyeur. She’s in her anemic blouse see-through or otherwise it’s still her favorite time of year. So what exactly has caught my eye? Her amazing horse cropped boots, tall, and at a perfect height. I swear to the Gods this girl and her designs, she’s incredibly accessorized with thick chunky bracelets, one on each wrist. With summer now gone and faded her eyes are rich and full. Autumn and this beautiful attraction from under the trees I stare, the girl and her illustrious colors the reds, greens, golds and blue. I swear once again, if love were my companion doubt would be my stranger.