Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

monsoon falls -
a thunderous drone,
pitch unchanging

bright city -
clouds plod overland,
curbing mirth

the elephant's gait -
unrushed and lumbering,
but without detours

red rocks
warm from the morning sun
lounge in messy stacks

deep in the cavern
just beyond the light's reach
lives what might be

winter winds blow
with no snow to tumble
but bones to chill

crumbling canyon,
stone cubes in loose stacks
and yet silence

light fringed cloud
zig-zagged like a lightning bolt
in the autumn sky

the hills break
like tsunami waves
on a postcard

leafless autumn -
the chubby cardinal
cannot hide