the woods brush field edges
threaded with cornstalks–no room
for meadows here.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
love this.
oh my, thank you!
Lovely !!!
thank you!
really linking it with a capital L for Like
Bruce–thank you! Glad my brain finally woke up…I ended up taking an Ambien last night for sleep, and feel totally hung over 😉
Maybe the field once used to be a meadow.. that’s always a possibility. But then again, tranquil mind needs just a tranquil place to call its own…
Perhaps–and I find mine in the woods.
A lovely feel to this haiku – sensitive and tactile. I enjoyed it.
oh, thank you!
I get a little sad about this, all meadows lost between wood and field. It talks to me.
oh, glad it spoke to you. however, it is important to realize this is written from New York state, where trees can, and ultimately do, want to reclaim the forest they were 😉
Your poem is packed with images. I can just see the trees right at the edge of the farmer’s field. Lovely.
Thank you, Barbara–that’s my back yard, right there, in your words!
Soon the corn will be harvested, and maybe next year the field can be a meadow again.
yes–that would be great!
I love the woods, too. I like your image here.
Elle–thanks. Yes–I am a woods and stream gal, myself 😉
Love cornfields in fall…
me too. Can’t wait for the corn mazes, either…
Life is beautiful wherever it grows as long as we see it with grateful eyes~BEAUTIFUL friend !
Cute and different
Loved it!!!
http://locomente.blogspot.in/2012/09/cherished-moments.html
Thank you–just trying yet another perspective 😉
There is always room for meadows in the mind…
No Meadow
True–I have plenty of woods, though 😉
lovely haiku, Susan
Thanks so much, Celestine. 13 more to go!
Expressed with beauty Susan…. love it!
Thanks, Pranita!
A lovely snapshot haiku that evokes my farm boy roots 🙂
Thank you, Stephen–the view outside my back door 😉