Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

yellow hoods
on red berries 
warm my mind

autumn afternoon —
the sun dips behind the hill,
faux sunset

water roils,
its flow is lost in
chaotic motion

the last leaf
flutters to the ground
too soon for winter

every cascade
begins with drips and drops
and ends in the sea

the forest brightens
and i stumble out onto
a grassy plain

a breeze gusts,
and a moment later
leaves lazily fall

evergreens 
sprout through leaf litter -
scale model forest

the foothills seen
through flame-colored leaves
look painted

trees are bare,
and the grass is brown -
graveyard winter