Winter Nights Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Winter nights

Wish I was a painter
With brush and canvas.

If I were I would paint
One huge rock mortar,
Like ours in the village.

It would be from rock,
Majestic, a well-carved,
Quite large like a pond,
Sat the people around it.

Inside it poured almonds,
And colored shells brown.

Everyone would have a
Long stone as a hammer
To break almond shells
And take out the kernel.

This is what people did
For work, fun in winter.

In this way summer work
Would finish in the winter.

Spring would be a time
To sell those to market.

There, life meant rotation
For the Sun, for the Earth.

Life is greater and simpler
For farmers and shepherds
In the farms and mountains.

I would be one of them
Had I not left the village
For the survival courses
That made me an officer,
From whom made a pilot.