TheBanyanTree: morning haiku, sort of

[Mike Pingleton]

most excellent Jules,
especially the ending
and slippery bricks.

-Mike


On Thu, Oct 21, 2010 at 10:45 AM, Julie Anna Teague
<jateague at indiana.edu> wrote:
> mornings, I plunge from
> bright coffee shop, warmed with joe,
> hold the door there pal,
>
> through stone gates planted
> round with burgundy mums, where
> foot-worn paths beyond
>
> beckon: walk into
> my deep woods, fragrant with leaf,
> lichens, and downed logs,
>
> all slippery brick and
> scattered pools of lamp post light,
> mosses leading north,
>
> but I must turn South,
> plunge into the light and life
> of this old building
>
> carrying in on
> my shoes, my hair, skin, and heart,
> this Autumn morning.
>