Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

tiny mushrooms 
rise from damp pine needles 
on straight, stiff stalks

lopsided firethorn
remains unbowed despite 
the weight of berries

the cave columns 
grow by drips - one particle
at a time

in autumn,
sunlight pierces the depths
of the forest

deep in the cave,
there’s a hole that knows no light;
everything
and nothing can reside
within that black hole

the evergreen’s
time to shine: when the last
leaf has fallen

red berries
and spiky green leaves
trigger Christmas mind

wild grape on a wall
is a multi-clawed monster…
in my mind

leaves are falling 
throughout the city, &
someone sweeps them up

foggy Fall morning: 
one bank is clear, one hazy —
both of one river