Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

a moth, wings tattered,
 basks in the canopy-
  breaching spotlight.

graveyard trees
  turn crimson in the Fall, but
    hold leaves stubbornly.

in sandstone canyons,
 shrubs grow thick & green;
  no signs of day life.

the last cluster
 of frangipani flowers
  tops a bare tree.

spring green to the right; 
 tawny stalk stubble on the left
  a seasonless dreamworld?

sun to flowers, 
 “now that I have your
  attention… shine!”

a barren tree
 paints dancing shadows 
  on the sandy canyon.

some spiders scurry 
 when  their web trembles,
  but not the orbweaver.

lonely egret
 wades in calm water,
  awaiting lunch.

guardian lion
 watches the setting sun like
  it’s up to no good.