Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

water flows - mutely -
 below the train which roars 
  through, hourly

one butterfly:
 with so many eyes 
  that cannot see.

weary sunflowers
 turn their backs on the sun:
  heads bowed.

late Summer: 
 the last days before 
  reed heads fluff.

fallen blossoms
 carpet the ground,
  mottled by sunlight.

buds & blossoms,
 in vibrant red, gussy up
  a dreary cityscape.

a mined gouge
 in the hilly, green landscape:
  reclaimed by trees.

gusty city breeze
 tousles the flowers; the
  city backdrop blurs.

to human eyes,
 the man-made stands out —
  while trees seem the same

the thistle blooms:
 beautiful for a time, but 
  best known from afar.