Seasons

A Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)

Short love poem

As is the fate of flower petals
All things must wither away
…In the Fall…

Sad it tis, that love’s made of mist
Ne’er meant to stay
and tis love… I’ll miss

...most of all...

© 2013 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)

Author's Note

It may not be lovely, but it's short!

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Marie

Short and very true.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Holly Mason

well it is lovely!!and short it is a combo write
all things must wither away in the fall...like that truly
love's made of mist-like that to
look at all that you have said with so few words
thank you for sharing

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on March 20, 2013
Last Updated on March 20, 2013

Author

David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)

Las Vegas, NV

About

Born in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..