Poet's Platform Column | 6 Mar. 08 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

Winter Is. . . Winter is the prophecy Of warmth of the springtime sun, A budding April tree, A hush, a solitude, We know, A dream of joys to come; Winter is. . .the waiting of time. . . Before springtime sun. Mary Woodward Wooster, OH   See March As the unlocking season, when ice lets go it’s strangle hold on lakes and rivers. I long for daffodils, humming birds, apple blossoms and violets. instead, I get lowering clouds and crusty snow! Underneath, however, the ground softens, roots stretch into the earth, ice melts, and Gods invisible power is at work in this late winter world, softening our judgments, stretching us in new directions to think...SPRING. Mary Woodward Wooster, OH   Cinquain A gift A bird feeder To watch them is just great Red birds, Cardinals, Doves and Wrens Real joy Maybell Criswell South Point, OH   A Song For Me I heard a robin sing this morning, His song was heavenly. From just outside my window— It seemed he was singing just for me. I listened to him sing for joy That springtime was in the air. I watched him fly to the garden fence To show me the tulips blooming there. It seemed he knew I was watching him, He flew from fence to tree—to show That he was happy to be back… He sang his song for me—I know. I listened with an eager heart  As he sang for me his song. My heart was filled with gladness— ‘Cause he had been away too long. Charles Clevenger New Boston, Ohio