Chilliwack Dawn Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Chilliwack Dawn

If I were an artist,
With brush and canvas,
I would take the pencil,
And drew the contours,
Of very tall mountains,
Sun rising behind them.

Would get lost in colors,
And many, many shades,
Silver, pink, too deep red.

Then I would squat,
And stare at the sun,
Adore it's coming up.

This would do if I were,
Master of the colors.

But I am a poet,
And with words, I play.

We play hide and seek,
School friends are in me.

I see words like comets,
Scare on arrival,
Then, fade and go away.