Friday Evening

FRIDAY EVENING

               Sweltering under a September sun,
               doubting the wisdom of donning
               overcoat with hood,
               a sudden, drenching storm
               confirms advisability of choice.
               Walking round a wet corner,
               hood protectively up,
               sun still shining behind,
               a double rainbow invites -
               the lower bow, bright,
               arcing over fields;
               the higher, duller,
               blurring into clouds.

               The rain eases;
               the sun sets;
               the rainbow fades.

               © GERALD ENGLAND

Composed: Oldham, 30th September 1981

Publications

1983 True Thomas Poetry (UK)
1986 FUTURES (Ipswich, Magic Pen Press)
1993 The Frogmore Papers (UK)