Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the moon is hazy;
 whether it’s the clouds or
  my mind, I can’t say.

a heron stands
 with perfect stillness,
  in frigid water.

the koi cluster
 at one end of the pond:
  anticipating mana.

cymbals crash &
 horns blow, a dragon weaves up-street:
  winter festivities!

How are you creative?

By nudging letters into words, words into lines, and then dancing the mess into something that sings. By trying to tune into the Great Spontaneous.

frangipani
 have dropped leaves & blossoms,
  & stand gnarled & nude.

a barren tree
 stands in the temple yard:
  winter’s guardian.

waves jet upward
 with unpredictable rhythm:
  glance away, miss it.

hibiscus flowers 
 show their bright colors
  on a winter day.

cool winter day:
 clouds form thickly over 
  the hot springs.