Monday, October 18, 2010

An Open Doorway

I am standing in an open doorway,
a winter's night about to overtake me.

The sun has just slipped beyond the mountains,
and I am alone with the approaching quiet.

Tomorrow is a stranger without a face, and
I don't know yet if my memories will sustain me.

In my desolation, a scene opens up,
more of a dream than a vision.

It is a portrait of Spring, a great valley of color.
It is there waiting for me, on the other side of
a blinding darkness.

—Michael Fitzgerald
October 18, 2010

1 comment:

Cristi said...

Your memories WILL sustain you! And "Spring" is not far in the distance. I love you!