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
