Carpe Diem prompt "corn". I love this one Kristjaan offers, by Jane Reichhold:

harvest moon
a bulging corn crib
releases it

I remember the bulging corn crib from my grandpa's farm when I was little. And I can relate to the scene from Kristjaan's haiku too:

lost in the corn fields
I look at autumn's sky and listen,
a Skylark's song

For my own haiku I am remembering something from my grandpa's farm.

raccoon at the corn crib
grasping, pulling at the cob
sunlight fading