Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

cloud reflections
open a mirror world
in the moat

on a hilltop,
the clouds descending, then
the obscure world

monsoon skies
hide behind the mountain,
creeping slowly

thin clouds drift in,
showing their black bellies,
hiding blue skies
like a young boy doing
his first magic trick

Posted on July 25, 2021 by B Gourley

fog forms
before the waterfall,
thundering white

Posted on July 7, 2021 by B Gourley

a lone tree
stands on a hillside -
smoky clouds roll in

Posted on July 3, 2021 by B Gourley

Posted on June 26, 2021 by B Gourley

battleship grey clouds
slide ever nearer, like a 
fluffy flotilla

Posted on June 1, 2021 by B Gourley

across the valley,
i see clouds pour into town;
like a blanket
dragged over a mattress,
the buildings are smothered