Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

dried fluff
catches amber rays
and glows

cloudless skies;
autumn crawls overland,
 swallowing green

the river dawdles;
 the colorful leaves stick
  firm & still

autumn bulrushes,
top-heavy on stiff stalks,
sway dizzily

rocky shore;
autumn's dry grass
& leafless twigs

leaf litter -
amid shades of brown,
a fleck of green

red leaves,
lit by the late-day sun,
flare orange

wet yellow leaves
stuck to a rain-slick headstone,
and i'm in a land
not of tropical monsoons,
but which knows autumn

sunlight shines low,
half-hatching the forest floor
with autumn shadows;
i walk amid columns,
listening for absent birds

Posted on June 24, 2021 by B Gourley

still, if stiff, trees -
the river ever gliding;
which to mimic?