Gates of reflection

Within the shady grove

near beneath the watery turns

another moment catches

baited hook and twisted wurm,

tis the season of harboring rend

turning all the lifeless leaves

summer nigh upon the grave

where winter has left her cleave,

among the solemn beauty

where trails abrupt the bliss

colors flow the deepest north

heralds gate the fall and abyss.

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