One great recent piece is "Bare Ruined Orchards" by Sheila Black in Tinderbox Poetry Journal, vol. 1 2014. It's got a classic sense of Frost and the Beat poets at the same time. The opening is very interesting as well, all misdirection and Dante. Here's an excerpt from later on in the poem:
[...]
Keeping up is breathless.
Autumn: the stripped branches,
intoxicating scent of barrel after barrel—
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