Vol 7, Num 22 :: 2008.12.05 — 2008.12.19
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.
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