Not about nature?

Back in the mid- or late-'90s, a haiku of mine was published in the now defunct Gorge "journale of the literary and the untamed". As it is terminally out-of-print, I think it safe to reproduce the poem here.

Fear blazing my brain
night air chills my bones like rot
the city is dead

Writing in his vanity column recently, Brodersen cites this as an example of "incomplete compliance with the Haiku form" (sic), because it does not "contain a season word" and "a reference to the natural world". I leave the reader to deduce for herself if this poem does not intensely evoke both season and nature, have a well constructed kireji, and correctly counted onji, or if Brodersen is just wowing us with his jealous imbecility again.