Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on April 27, 2024 by B Gourley

a night heron,
 up & about at sunrise,
  like diehard revellers.

Posted on April 26, 2024 by B Gourley

the leaves that hang
 out over the river are
  Early Spring green.

Posted on April 25, 2024 by B Gourley

did ancient occupants
 look upon new walls and gates,
  or cloud reflections?

Posted on April 24, 2024 by B Gourley

a lone pine stands --
 mangled and misshapen --
  above other trees.

Posted on April 23, 2024 by B Gourley

a sparrow alights,
 investigates debris,
  flits away.

Posted on April 22, 2024 by B Gourley

home to birds & squirrels,
 the tree holds life in every 
  crotch & hollow.

Posted on April 22, 2024 by B Gourley

walking past 
 an echo of monks,
  i seek distinction.

Posted on April 21, 2024 by B Gourley

in early spring,
 the river is twining streams,
  and tiny green isles.

Posted on April 21, 2024 by B Gourley

the sun sets,
 brightly striping the sea
  as clouds are blackened.

Posted on April 20, 2024 by B Gourley

ducks in a pond
 drift through the algae, 
  their track, self-healing.