Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Winter drains color
 from the barren woods, but
  tall grass turns gold.

goose at water's edge:
 cold river flows around
  unmoving legs.

overnight snow
 falls on a quiet city;
  it awakes to white.

bloom-laden branch
 stretches to reach beyond 
  the shadows... but no.

black tear drops hang 
 like bird nests; one opens to
  inverted bat signal.

vendors sit behind
 identical piles of fruit;
  a consumer slows...

tight bud opens: 
 imperceptible struggle
  to unpack beauty.

Summer sunset
 glows on the wetlands,
  for a short time.

branches: bloom-laden
 but devoid of leaves:
  tropic confusion.

winding like vines,
 tree branches grow like a cage
  over my head.