Small stones for March

March 1
Days draw deep

and quiet, as noisy

magpies sing.

March 2

Autumn whispers through

the tangled skirts of

fading Summer.

March 4
Love breathes hollow,
ashen-faced, upon
hard chest of grief.

March 3

Clotted skies of

sombre brooding;

Autumn taps her feet.

March 5

Hope, holds steady

pace, on Fear’s

parade ground.

March 6.

Rain like mist,
whispers to the
reaching grass.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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