Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

rain-laden blossom
 falls… lands with a sound,
  in the mud.

I see the humble bumble bee, 
 Or should I say I see its rump.
 It snugged in, made itself cozy --
 To get away it's far too plump.

at cliff's edge,
 the swaying red poppy, 
  lures one closer.

spring gentians
 twirl amid buttercups
  on a green hilltop.

the cannonball tree:
 blooms bright & intricate, 
  but never delicate.

a bonsai tree:
 gnarled & twisted, 
  yet so strong.

a bird absconds
 with a tree's last few leaves
  for its Winter nest.

in springtime,
 wildflowers soften
  a stony landscape.

Oh, the Yew tree --
 Such a beauty!...
 But on that Yew,
 You'd best not chew:
   It'll kill you painfully.

it seems trees sneak --
 in ones and twos -- up the hill,
  as the woods watch.