Hanako's Poetry: Haystack (Draft One)
Bright white sky, fading to blue overhead
Bare beige field
Clinging onto naked trees,
Unable to join their decomposing friends at the base
Soggy and soft from days of being treaded over.
The longer I sit, the warmer I get.
The sun hits a distant roof.
It blinds me as…
Overall this poem is really nice and it has good descriptions, but sometimes I get confused. Maybe you could make the descriptions more clear.