Poems by Gerald England
Mid-december
... the lanes are full of late-fallen leaves ...
Astropoetry On The Peak
... to withstand the biting mountain airin the valley below we see the lights ...
Englands Openers
... Through the windy passUp IngleboroughVictims of the bottleWe had a very quiet Christmas ...
October Forecast
... looks round, then dashes for the nearest ...
The Last Time Ever
... 3 pm at the Art Gallery not looking at portraits ...
Truth?
... On passed-down wisdom and self-experience ...
