catapult magazine

Haiku Uncycled

by Neil E. Das

Fall has pungency 

Like nard. Summer’s fullness crushed

Anoints the late year.

Winter has the scent 

Of absence. Nothing. Death. Life.

Shrouded under snow.

Spring is memory.

Fragrance from a walled garden

Calls to the lover.

Summer will not end.

Here at this wedding, wine, bower

Evermore and more.