Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the cave columns 
grow by drips - one particle
at a time

in autumn,
sunlight pierces the depths
of the forest

the evergreen’s
time to shine: when the last
leaf has fallen

red berries
and spiky green leaves
trigger Christmas mind

wild grape on a wall
is a multi-clawed monster…
in my mind

leaves are falling 
throughout the city, &
someone sweeps them up

foggy Fall morning: 
one bank is clear, one hazy —
both of one river

in the mountainside,
there’s a tiny cave entrance:
a perilous climb

the blue sky
reflects upon the river,
and they are one

foggy Autumn day.
wet leaves flutter downward,
in surrender