Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on May 22, 2023 by B Gourley

mountain morning:
 sun-warmed icecaps over
  a valley of night.

Posted on May 20, 2023 by B Gourley

the hawk swoops & banks;
 i feel its flapping wings
  as it passes.

Posted on May 20, 2023 by B Gourley

the butterfly
 that i’d thought dead
  just fluttered off.

Posted on May 19, 2023 by B Gourley

cloud touches hill
 as if it's resting on it.
  smell of spring rains.

Posted on May 19, 2023 by B Gourley

rainy summer day
 masquerades as early spring,  
  while noon plays dusk.

Posted on May 18, 2023 by B Gourley

those flat wetlands
 might stretch out for miles,
  or, maybe, inches?

Posted on May 17, 2023 by B Gourley

feather in water
 refuses to be removed,
  rolls from each grasp.

Posted on May 16, 2023 by B Gourley

springtime.
 yellow blossoms
  refuse to fall.

Posted on May 15, 2023 by B Gourley

sitting on a wall,
 beside the potted poinsettias,
  a cat grooms itself.

Posted on May 15, 2023 by B Gourley

a hazy day,
 the sun 's low, and the world
  turns old photo.