Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on March 15, 2024 by B Gourley

one hundred birds
 startle at my presence;
  one eyeballs me.

Posted on March 14, 2024 by B Gourley

early summer:
 birds trudge through green paddies
  that they usually prowl.

Posted on March 13, 2024 by B Gourley

a blossom falls
 into the water:
  i look. it’s gone.

Posted on March 13, 2024 by B Gourley

curb crows
 stand in a row.
  what’s the sky say?

Posted on March 11, 2024 by B Gourley

at water’s edge,
 snakes wrestle: writhing, twining,
  but slipping the pin.

Posted on March 10, 2024 by B Gourley

paper lanterns
 in the Daoist temple
  turn my mind to Fall.

Posted on March 10, 2024 by B Gourley

one pink-laden tree
 stands amid a wall 
  of spring greenery.

Posted on March 9, 2024 by B Gourley

naked branches 
 of the frangipani 
  bud with blossoms.

Posted on March 9, 2024 by B Gourley

from still water
 juts deadwood on which herons 
  perch with their shadows.

Posted on March 9, 2024 by B Gourley

Spring

rainy days
 make the monk Ryōkan
  feel sad.

Summer

the moon in my window
 is all the thief left behind.

Autumn

an autumn wind
 chills the dangling persimmons,
  and my testicles.

Winter

little birds have
 gathered in the brushwood
  on a snowy morn.