Summer Girls And Winter Girls.

There were girls.

Girls in there cherry colored cotton sundresses that smelled sweet.

It was the last of a summer.

I welcome it though, and gladly.

An ending that is bitter sweet.

A goodbye to the blazing gold, and boiling blood red punch colored sunsets.

To welcome my favorite naked trees, exposed for what they really are.

And a hello to the crunch of the corpse of a thousand leaves beneath my boots.

Of crisper air and halloween.

And the summer girls, turn to winter girls with long scarfs and perfect hair.

Deep down though, I'll always miss the summer girls.