haiku1 laura biasini






Today’s morning run
I knew I would trip sometime
I hope no one saw

But I can fall through
A door or a window. I
stumble and get up

land at your kitchen table
that’s a Tuesday full of treats
and have some coffee.

Instead of mourning
the sunless cool, foggy day
we can dream and play.  

Tuesday is better
if you’re on this run with me
wake up and join me.

I saw this tree, and since Alex is writing Six-word story, and talking about poetry styles in her English class,  well, I thought of those trees with blossoms like the kind of people use for a haiku. This is not that kind of tree!