Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

autumn graveyard --
one tree holds its leaves
for no one in particular

a pollen cloud 
eddies in the air
from a footfall

caterpillar
crosses the wood bridge;
too impatient to fly

OR

caterpillar
crosses the wood bridge;
how's it know bridges?

water rolls 
over rock rounded like
a turtle's shell

two white daisies
smile bright and strong among
the wilted purples

a red maple leaf
flutters from a tree
to adorn my coat

rock swells from sea,
a perfect perch to think on
the world's end

boats in still water,
subdued prows reflect
a world below

shaggy parasol
sits by the sidewalk,
knowing only up

dark beach night
the moon burns bright
over calm waters