Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

fallen leaves, post-rain:
 gauge the drizzle by 
  what crunch remains.

a Great Egret
 wades in cold water --
  reflection warped.

foggy hilltop:
 something moves,
  striped by trunks.

a cloud shadow 
 dragged over the hill
  like a blanket.

nothing moves 
 on a Summer day,
  but sneaky clouds.

sunlit garden
 to distant mountains —
  every shade of green.

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!