Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

watching a duckling
hold a thrashing fish tightly,
i drop my corn chip

the maple sapling
flexes in the breeze,
but holds its leaves

winter shadows
reach beyond the woods
towards forever

leaf-lined walks
in the cemetery --
autumn's elegy

each leaf bleeds red
with its own blotched pattern
in its own time

the moon ‘s an echo
of the porchlight that burns
across the yard

two parrots peck
as a chipmunk watches - 
the outsider

autumn graveyard --
one tree holds its leaves
for no one in particular

a pollen cloud 
eddies in the air
from a footfall

water rolls 
over rock rounded like
a turtle's shell