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Literary Hook: Saying goodbye to the winter season
By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
Most of us are glad winter is waning. Some people, however, enjoy the rest that winter gives, the permission to hibernate a bit, the deep sleep during long, cold winter nights. Let us say goodbye to the winter season with this delightful poem by Bill Zartman.
Besides being a member of the Tuesday Writers, Bill Zartman is retired from Zenith Cutter Company. He enjoys bike riding, working out at the YMCA, and playing the violin. He claims he has hibernated through many northern Illinois winters.
Sleep; and sleep:
To pass the Winter; cold and grey—
In the deep
The beast will turn his precious day
A quiet, mindless hibernation
In the nest.
No sun or warmth or real sensation
In the hole—
He feels the numbing dullness creep
In his soul.
Christine Swanberg has published about 300 poems in 70 journals and anthologies. Her books include Who Walks Among the Trees with Charity (Wind Publishing, Kentucky), The Red Lacquer Room (Chiron Publishing, Kansas), The Tenderness of Memory (Plainview Press, Texas), Slow Miracle (Lakeshore Publishing, Illinois), and Invisible String (Erie St., Illinois), among others.
From the Feb. 24-Mar. 3, 2010 issue