Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

hazy valley:
 after the harvest,
  the fields are burnt.

a barren tree
 clings to a cliff face;
  winds have nothing to shake.

mountain bamboo,
 on the sunny side, 
  cools & quiets.

rice harvested;
 the paddies are dry.
  buffaloes graze.

bougainvillea &
 gold trumpet grow together: 
  one tree, two personas.

a sea of clouds:
 flat & calm; rimmmed with
  cumulus mountains.

fresh white blossoms
 & weathered hues of decay:
 both old & young (like me.)

snake wrestles fish
 onto rocky home turf, &
  blends with sun-warmed stones.

the sky is afire,
 and, yet, i can see my breath
 on chill winter air.

full bloom clockweed
 is on the clock as autumn
 ages to winter.