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Oooh, I love it!!
Somehow I think of morning mists as lovers (illicit or licit) slipping away from the fallen leaves.
You bring to mind A Description of the Morning - Poem by Jonathan Swift

Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach. Now Betty from her master's bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own.

Something about those morning mists, departing, and earth's will unfolding, seems very suggestive.
That's the word I was after! #suggestive
Again: LOVE IT

oops, I can't retweet your haiku unless you posted it in Hive in your own post!

Who knew
a mere haiku
could be so suggestive

I was careful not to use the word moist.
Thanks so much for your wonderful comment! And the poem. How do you know so many poems?

LOL - someone else did use moist (moistness) - so, despite your best efforts, I was not spared. :)
I was an English major many years ago. Hence, the poems. And I pretty much flunked the GRE (Graduate Record Exam) in English. I scored barely above 70% because I had read so little English lit and poetry! American lit was my favorite, and I avoided Shakespeare like the bubonic plague. (Call me an idiot. I know. I know.)

Shakespeare is an acquired taste, but once you acquire it, watch out!
I tutored for the GRE. I had to take it in order to qualify as a tutor (in the office, not for real) and I scored 800 on the math! lol. My heyday...

You scored 800 out of 800? Congratulations!
I barely passed in my own major.
At age 16 I read Shakespeare comedies one summer, for lack of anything better in the house, and I did like Midsummer Night's Dream: "Men have died, and worms have eaten them, but not for love!"
Now I have to wonder how Shakespeare ended up at our house. Must have been a library book. All we had was the Bible, Volume A of the encyclopedia, a Red Cross First Aid manual, and some random Little Golden books.