Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

boats in still water,
subdued prows reflect
a world below

shaggy parasol
sits by the sidewalk,
knowing only up

dark beach night
the moon burns bright
over calm waters

stunted pines
grow from the granite
green and thick

the lake lies ahead,
but my eye settles upon
the blossoms

atop the cascade
sits a still pool,
burbling

across the lake
the pines stand straight
as hairs on end

trees stripped bare -
the walker, once hidden,
is exposed to sky

on one leg,
the sneaking heron
eyes the water

a tulip poplar 
stands beside the lake
in the warm sun