HAIKU SEXTET

by Nolo Segundo


Losing her, a dream,
Winter ravaged my soul.
The snowman melts.

Solitary bird,
Why sing you only of spring
Outside my window?

I stole a flower
From nature’s bed, bottled it.
Now it is dying.

The crunch of brown leaves
Tells me nothing whatsoever
About decay, death.

It is November—
But the air forgets that as
The wind dances spring.

Winter is most real,
Fall is most sad, summer holy,
But spring is a dream.

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