Gate

if you enter through this

Gate you won't know where

you'll end up!

the season is a passage towards light

the colors blind me in their outline

among a multitude of greenery that

recompose the garden

a scarf elongated by time

in dreams you can never know where she is

in reality... I start to clean

my tools in the garden of words

in order to survive, the poet

of the fragile primroses no longer fears

the threshold of the Gate

Fr. Cristian Muntean

Watercolor by Horia Țigănuș

From the volume "The Color of the Day – poetic journal", Creator Publishing House, 2025