Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

between snowy banks,
 a silvery river
  slips through cold mountains.

cave hermit
 can’t see farmers in fields, just
  brown to green to tan.

late afternoon sun
 penetrates the pavilion —-
  causing napper’s turn.

a shade of orange
 that doesn’t exist in nature…
  yet - there it is!

bare branches,
 in the Winter forest,
  look frost-covered.

through a window:
 first ripples of a Spring rain
  seen on a pond.

through the Autumn,
 one tree holds leaves longer,
  then drops them faster.

chilly winter day,
 prismatic splotch in sky—
  no bow, no ring.

Winter sun
 casts long shadows 
  through dead grass.

farm surrounded by jungle:
 what will disappear tonight?