My Door Is Green
by Massimo Soranzio

It’s green. My door is green:
Lime green when the sun shines,
Otherwise more sage-toned
When the sun is not up.

And my door is open:
It let me out, and out
I went, to greet the spring
In the pretence I’m free.

I’m going to mow the lawn
And to behead those flowers,
To prove that life goes on,
And following my whim:

Man’s deluded attempt
At taking control at
Least over his little
World—yet a vain effort,

A momentary flight
Before crossing the door
Again, to find shelter
From Nature’s wild revenge.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I took this picture on a warm Saturday, at the beginning of spring, happy to spend some time outside one month after lockdown began in northern Italy.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Massimo Soranzio is a teacher and translator living on the northern Adriatic coast of Italy. His poems have appeared online and in print in a few anthologies, including the Silver Birch Press  Nancy Drew Anthology. He blogs at reflectionspoetry.wordpress.com.