She was dressed in finery.
Clothes of a stunning, organic nature.
Accents in green.
Highlighted by blues,
both soft and bold.
Slight shifts of the fabric.
Hard to miss.
The wind and sun, only adding to her beauty.
I watched for an hour. Maybe more.
Enjoying her presence.
Many drove past.
No one else seemed to even see the remarkable sight.
They neither slowed down, nor stopped.
But I cherished the fact I could see and study such beauty.
For the finery is fleeting.
Leaf by leaf, the tree began to lose her cloak.
But her beauty is embedded in my mind’s eye.
I am blessed to have spent time alone, watching.
Appreciating her stunning beauty.