Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

sunlight fires up
one patch of fall color
engulfed by shadelands

monitor lizard
trudges peppily for the
 cool morning hours

shades of orange
when paired with brisk air
put me in autumn mind

city lights
cast a many-colored glow 
between dark spaces

a thick cloud
parks in front of the sun,
and says, “Not today!”

in autumn,
a uniform wall of trees
shows distinctions

skies smudged 
as the setting sun dyes clouds,
until all goes black

summer river:
dragonflies dart at the edge,
around thirsty shrubs

well-trodden snow
is checked with long shadows
from the afternoon sun

moss grows on steel.
machine on the forest’s edge,
swallowed by life