Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the lake lies ahead,
but my eye settles upon
the blossoms

a fig tree
grew over a building;
that building 
collapsed long ago, but
now the tree is the building

atop the cascade
sits a still pool,
burbling

across the lake
the pines stand straight
as hairs on end

trees stripped bare -
the walker, once hidden,
is exposed to sky

on one leg,
the sneaking heron
eyes the water

a tulip poplar 
stands beside the lake
in the warm sun

two geese feed
around a bench long
vacated

lakeshore ducks
with heads turtle-tucked
against autumn winds

a rustic shack
sits upon the hillside;
the glade, its porch