Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

winter clouds
hang thick and low, but -yet-
 the sun burns through

puffy white clouds
seem no less solid 
than gray granite

clouds creep 
as the river glides.
nothing is rushed

clouds rise like smoke 
from turbulent cascades --
ghosts ascending

Posted on July 12, 2022 by B Gourley

the puddle reflects
clouds, mountains, and sky
more vivid than truth

Posted on July 7, 2022 by B Gourley

mountains peek from clouds.
moments before they'd hid well;
i can't help but think
about all those times,
flying through clouds, blindly

Posted on June 29, 2022 by B Gourley

the setting sun 
paints clouds with a broad palette,
bright white to ink black

Posted on June 16, 2022 by B Gourley

mountain clouds
move with spontaneity --
like blanket fort kids

Posted on May 26, 2022 by B Gourley

bamboo painted 
against white clouds is
betrayed by a breeze