Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on August 3, 2024 by B Gourley

the wasp hive:
 its crescent entrances
  see steady to & fro.

Posted on August 2, 2024 by B Gourley

harvested fields
 sit dry and barren
  as trees flower.

Posted on August 2, 2024 by B Gourley

dark gray clouds
 glide over like a
  daunting armada.

Posted on August 1, 2024 by B Gourley

in each forest,
 there is a tree that is not
  like any others.

Posted on July 31, 2024 by B Gourley

gusty winds
 write a hilltop puddle 
  into chaos.

Posted on July 31, 2024 by B Gourley

rocky landscape:
 under gray clouds as far as
  eyes can see.

Posted on July 30, 2024 by B Gourley

a hilltop tree,
 bowed as if wind-shaped,
  won’t budge for a breeze.

Posted on July 30, 2024 by B Gourley

a butterfly 
 lounges in the sun; 
  and then is gone.

Posted on July 30, 2024 by B Gourley

sunflowers look up
 & follow the sun; 
  while amaranth bows.

Posted on July 29, 2024 by B Gourley

stony ground:
 lush grass grows 
  in every divot.