At Shambles’ End
A-shambling through the queue.
Tag: York
Postcard Poetry
The stained-glass panes, that stretched to reach the heavens, shone.
A Sonnet To York’s Grand Cathedral
Sunfire shines glist’ning through the scriptured glass to light the southern rose ‘n Yorkshire’s heart!
Amidst Amongst Around The North York Moors
A bird of prey, at hov’ring height, doth herald.
william altoft 