The Morrow Of Fall..

Walking down the Thames,

London

Touched by the morrow of Fall.

Walking down cobbled lanes,

My feet, tickled

By their wobbly care.

Walking down the southbank’s air,

The midday sun,

Summoned by the Tower’s bells.

Walking down the Thames,

London

Caressed by the morrow of Glare.

Poem & photo - © Jesús Montero