Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

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.

Posted on July 28, 2024 by B Gourley

ring of lily pads:
 crowd around where the frog
  plopped into pond.

Posted on July 26, 2024 by B Gourley

bees on wildflowers
 ride out the breezes,
  in wistless sway.