Door Number Three (Thursday Doors)

A cluster of doors
on my walk today—back home,
I sit quietly,
going through all the photos.
I can still feel the cold wind.

Short days now—falling
leaves, faded flowers, colors
left behind till spring–
is that why darkness catches
my eye, stands out, makes me pause?

What lies behind these
doors?  A magic kingdom where
wild geese preen feathers,
wings floating you across the
threshold into lambent light?

From across the street these three buildings look fairly nondescript, but I was attracted to them by their dark-colored facade, which stood out on the block. I could see that the center brownstone had lost its original doorway and the parlor floor ornamentation, but otherwise seemed to be unchanged on the exterior.

A closer examination showed a lovely doorway,, with beautiful details and guardians.

The doors to the two outer brownstones are still virtually identical–whoever owned them over the years has taken good care to preserve them.

The parlor floor window has four guardians, and there is an eagle watching over the window on the garden floor.

The center door is a poor imitation of the original that it replaced.

You many be wondering where the wild geese came from….ask Melissa, whose W3 prompt this week required that they make an appearance in the middle of the third stanza of our tanka chain.

Because everything reminds me of a song, here’s where the title came from.

and since Steve Goodman’s on the turntable, this one’s for Dan

Another life cut way too short. But he sure left us a lot of good songs.

Visit Dan and his Thursday doors here.