The magazine is taking a break now so I will have to look for some new outlets for my poetry.
Just put this poem on to the Small Stone Facebook Page - haven't put much there lately :(
It's getting lots of 'likes':
Winter, when will you shake off your white coat,
unravel with the north wind, change direction
and depart from these shores?
Where are the colours to give us hope,
the sun’s re-birth in these lengthening days?
All hovers on the cusp - the going out and the coming in,
such is the shifting tide of nature.