reminds me of the centre-fold picture (and landscapes within) Joe Walsh’s ‘Barnstorm’: looking up the side of a wooded valley from the barn is so high that the hill seems sky
I keep a pen and notepad on the arm rest whenever I drive through mountains. There will be poems. “The Field” (which I really like) reminds me of some I wrote during my most recent trip Up North (especially my “starting over”): “[haiku] starting over”, “[haiku] autumn rising fast”, and “[blank verse] Mountain Mists” from my wordpress site: TheGuern
Rusted Honey 
BEAUTIFUL!
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Beautiful poem
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So glad to see you posting again! Here it has been raining so much that I read the last line as “leaves cling to wet wool”!
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Thanks! Back to back illnesses and a last minute work trip kinda knocked me off my game for a bit.
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reminds me of the centre-fold picture (and landscapes within) Joe Walsh’s ‘Barnstorm’: looking up the side of a wooded valley from the barn is so high that the hill seems sky
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“Cling” invokes desire a longing. Thanks for posting.
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Cool!
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Lovely! It’s so nice to see a traditional haiku as mostly I read (and write) senyru (aka “pseudo-haiku”).
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Beautifully crafted! Reminds me of a walk taken in a park a couple of days ago.
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I keep a pen and notepad on the arm rest whenever I drive through mountains. There will be poems. “The Field” (which I really like) reminds me of some I wrote during my most recent trip Up North (especially my “starting over”): “[haiku] starting over”, “[haiku] autumn rising fast”, and “[blank verse] Mountain Mists” from my wordpress site: TheGuern
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