mysteriously
autumn honey floods the roofs
in the deep sunset
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This poem was written for Carpe Diem “Time Glass” #12 “autumn sunlight”, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here.
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I like the metaphor of sun like honey
Thanks, Bjorn. The late autumn sun seems to have had a definite viscosity to it, recently. Hypnotic to look at.
I like the transformation from honey into roofing material. A nice bit of lateral thinking
Well, the sun did all the transforming, really. I just watched and was quite literal 🙂 Glad you liked it.
Late Autumn can bring unusual happenings. Nicely Blake!
Hank
Yep, late autumn can be quite a looker 🙂 Thanks, Hank.
Oh, what a beautiful image, Tadpo! 🙂
Tadpo, a-huh, it sounds good! I’m only just getting onto my Issa haiku and I find that his name means “cup of tea!” Genius 😉
Thanks, Polly (until you come up with another name…). Told you I was loving those sunsets. This is probably a “pretty picture” haiku, unless it’s hidden meaning is that I was paying more attention to those pictures, at last 😛
Lovely image … nice and warm … 🙂
Yes, England’s been unseasonably warm this past month and the sunsets have reflected that, nicely 🙂
So had Italy .. but alas … we’re back in season now .. 🙂
I think of urban beekeepers when I read this!
Autumn Sunlight
Man, I’d love to be an urban bee keeper! In the old days, if a village had important news someone would go and tell the bees, because bees are very wise. Of course, the villagers may not have been that wise..
Sunlight compared with honey flooding the roofs …