Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

in the mountainside,
there’s a tiny cave entrance:
a perilous climb

the blue sky
reflects upon the river,
and they are one

foggy Autumn day.
wet leaves flutter downward,
in surrender

the world ends
in a wall of white, 
beyond the stone wall

two rivers
flow together;
are they two?

a dandelion 
stands straight & tall,
daily eroding

one autumn tree
contains all the colors:
spring green to winter ____

the rain falls 
straight into the river…
evaporates to sky

the pine forest
catches the low autumn sun,
and i think, pennies.

thin canopy woods.
light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green