London Autumn

 

The park smells of Autumn

As I crash through the leaves

London walker out doing his thing

While others try to get to work

 The street lamps are now fading

As the sun thinks of waking up

City squares are buzzing

London lives another day

The river slips quietly by

Taking no notice of the boats

The bridge is now quite steady

Good for another millennium or two

St. Paul’s looks out proudly over its domain

A wink from the Shard reminds it of eternity

Dawn from the

Eye is almost perfect

At the trains come rattling in.

Alan P.

Brain Injury Survivor, London Silverliner, Poet

 

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