Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on March 13, 2024 by B Gourley

a blossom falls
 into the water:
  i look. it’s gone.

Posted on March 3, 2024 by B Gourley

a tree’s last blossom
 seems to wait til no one
  is looking to drop.
 what a thing it must be
  to see a holdout yield.

late afternoon sun
 catches yellow bloom clusters:
  the day’s last hurrah.

the city din drones:
horns, jackhammers, and shouts;
listen to the flowers

Posted on March 28, 2020 by B Gourley

hectic sidewalk
frangipani blossoms
stepped over

calling bees
scent, color, and glory
unrivaled

the hillside
when rhododendrons bloom
shangri la

for two weeks
the valley flowers,
its spell cast

purple circle
rings the base of a tree
regal shadow