Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

autumn’s dry grass
looks so brittle, but
waves gracefully

sunset flares;
& looks like a fire
on the horizon

striped mountain —
long shadows lie across
the forest floor

rhododendron
and mountain-ash ring
the mountaintop

yellow hoods
on red berries 
warm my mind

autumn afternoon —
the sun dips behind the hill,
faux sunset

water roils,
its flow is lost in
chaotic motion

one tree stands
on a windswept hilltop, 
guardian-like

Muscovy duck
struts up the trail -
business-like

the last leaf
flutters to the ground
too soon for winter