His sight of her was fleeting , because she was very shy.
                     But , with her glaring beauty his attention she did buy.
                       A summers day could not compare to this autumns eeve.  
                       And with flowered conversation an attraction she did weave.
                      Days and days the man could spend looking into those eyes.
                       Guarding them from fear, and the dark of life's demise.    
                            Colourful and ever changing her beauty would always be.
                            Just like the leaves upon the autmn tree.
                             On this the eeve of autumn the man was allured.
                             By her beauty which endured.              



  The summer has it easy it's full of life and love.
                  Winter is full of death and the snow fall from above.
                   Spring time is the one know for new things awakening.
                    But autumn gets to feel the change of beauty enduring.
                    Autumn is the stark contrast of the seasons all.
                    It's trials and tribulations never make it fall.
                    And that is why the season that is the best to me.
                    Will always be the autumns eeve of well tested beauty.