Invisible Artist Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Invisible artist


Brush in hand
Easel on the ground
Canvas is the asphalt

Artist runs
Between walls
Runs zigzag

A young man
Bundled up
Is jumping to warm up

Leaves are gone
Branches turned to veins
Stick out choke sky

It is cold
In minus
Life ghost-like

Lead artist
Winter’s Wind
Kisses wild

Street and sidewalks
Top of cars and the world are painted
Painted white

The snowflakes
Land and fly
The Butterflies


What a scene is on Yonge
North of Finch, South of Steeles



On its way is winter.