David Whalen

Rookie - 363 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Seasons - Poem by David Whalen


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



Comments about Seasons by David Whalen

  • Rookie - 78 Points Greg Davidson (3/20/2013 3:44:00 PM)

    A great poem. An image succinct yet so vivid. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 20, 2013


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