the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

Posted on May 21, 2022 by B Gourley

a dragonfly
alights on a boulder,
zipping to stillness

Posted on May 13, 2022 by B Gourley

monochrome moth,
but for its yellow cape,
looks pencil drawn

Posted on May 12, 2022 by B Gourley

caterpillar queue
marches in lockstep
across the road

Posted on May 1, 2022 by B Gourley

dragonfly lovin’
plays out through a high-speed
darting dance

Posted on April 18, 2022 by B Gourley

upside-down bees
work frenetically 
in the plush depths

Posted on April 16, 2022 by B Gourley

the butterfly 
in the cool morning air
can’t flee foot thunder

Posted on April 1, 2022 by B Gourley

the Grass-Yellow finds
a place in the dry leaves
where its green tint
is more ornamental 
than it is camouflage

Posted on March 27, 2022 by B Gourley

a splotch of blue
catches my eye, i look
and it flits away

Posted on March 23, 2022 by B Gourley

bees huddle
in uncountable numbers;
i watch, alone

Posted on March 16, 2022 by B Gourley

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