Poet's Platform Column | 4 Sept. 08 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

Evolution Without pomp or fanfare, September sweeps quietly over the mutable landscape while nature scatters her progeny to the wind; a subtle voice to temper the certainty that a latent winter only slumbers. Charles Clevenger New Boston, OH   September Refrain As the sun sinkslow in the evening sky, at the ebb of an autumn day, it seems while nature holds its breath, Mother Earth takes time to pray. The orange-pink glow of the setting sun paints the sky with a pastel hue, long wispy clouds wattle the sky, I stand in awe of this glorious view. The sky is aglow with paintbrush swirls, a prelude to this September refrain; I give thanks to God for His blessings that shower like a refreshing rain. A hush hangs over the valley, a squadron of geese sings to me. I behold God’s awesome artistry, while my heart hears a melody. I pause to reflect upon this day and pray that I’ve given my best. Sometimes I’m blinded and fail to see how much I am truly blessed. As I witness this benediction of nature’s spectacular show, I lift my eyes toward the heavens, God’s presence—I feel and know. Charles Clevenger New Boston, Ohio   Haiku bountiful garden peas and squash and summer beans sown and reaped with love Margi Russell Portsmouth   Waiting For Autumn With days of Summer passing swiftly We look forward to some cooler days With little rain for the past few weeks It's so dry the Sun emits hotter rays Early days of September are with us Still it seems like Summer is still here With days nearly hot as one hundred Who would think Autumn time is near With a desert like atmosphere over us Lawns have turned into a nasty brown Only an occasional weed we see grow Not a mower do we see running now Staying inside an air conditioned home Is the only way we can stand this heat I know Autumn will soon come our way It's a season that is really hard to beat Acie Workman Eden Park