Autumn

A Poem by Jeffrey London

Dew lay on strands.

As dirt sets atop concrete.

A windmill blows in the distance,

Round and round.

Spinning in constant inseparable loops.

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Added on August 29, 2016
Last Updated on January 31, 2017

I'm Jeffrey London, I'm a 28 year old writer from Philadelphia, thank you for visiting. more..

Late

Broken

Unexpected