Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the red hibiscus
 draws attention to itself,
  while pointing downward.

a bloom falls to earth;
 lit up by the morning sun,
  it glows… for a time.

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

blooms & berries
 color the scrublands
  as summer peaks.

Posted on June 19, 2024 by B Gourley

blooms disheveled
 by yesterday's storms,
  shine brightly today.

Posted on June 14, 2024 by B Gourley

one dog rose bloom
 stands out from a blurred world:
  still, as shadows twist.

Posted on April 7, 2024 by B Gourley

bee & butterfly,
 drawn to the same fragrant bloom,
  work in harmony.

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.