Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on August 7, 2024 by B Gourley

macaques heard,
 but not seen, amid the fog
  of Winter hot springs.

Posted on August 6, 2024 by B Gourley

the pass is snowy;
 though low country types think it
  the cusp of Summer.

Posted on August 5, 2024 by B Gourley

willows dangle
 over flowing waters:
  reaching not touching.

Posted on August 4, 2024 by B Gourley

cow camouflage:
 sitting in tall grass, stilly —
  unsuccessful.

Posted on August 3, 2024 by B Gourley

the wasp hive:
 its crescent entrances
  see steady to & fro.

Posted on August 2, 2024 by B Gourley

harvested fields
 sit dry and barren
  as trees flower.

Posted on August 2, 2024 by B Gourley

dark gray clouds
 glide over like a
  daunting armada.

Posted on August 1, 2024 by B Gourley

in each forest,
 there is a tree that is not
  like any others.

Posted on July 31, 2024 by B Gourley

gusty winds
 write a hilltop puddle 
  into chaos.

Posted on July 31, 2024 by B Gourley

rocky landscape:
 under gray clouds as far as
  eyes can see.