New Life Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

With ‘slow’ in his hands he stands
And he yawns on roadside
(Where he works)

The bird sings on branch
“Hay wake up; new season”
To the tree and the branch

And the geese and seagulls
Come, groups and alone
Making noise in flight

It is spring; new life

Green man picks the wood to crush
Memories of the past cold winter
Lightless days and lifeless; broken

Small birds as Robins and finches, sparrows
And much more with their choirs
All as bands sing and dance