Through that door

How many times

In and out

Pay no mind

The ivy that grew

Among the gate

Recording the passage

Of the date

The sultry deep green

Of summer high

Greeting all visitors

Who happen by

A slight tinge of yellow

Among the leaves

Warning of changes

Approaching with ease

Just know when you see

That deep, vibrant red

Nights will fall early

Vines seem to be dead

But take great comfort

And have no fear

Mother’s just sleeping

Spring soon will be here

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