Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

clouds dance around
 the gibbous moon’s bright orb,
  one warm winter night.

under gray skies,
 the flooded paddies
  amplify winter gloom.

a pair of blossoms -
 all that's left on the tree:
 two blooms - side-by-side.

the tree sprawls,
 over the mountain trail, yet
 winter rains pass through.

opera singers
 sing a duet on the trail:
 acoustics quest?

gray day river --
 the exposed riverbed 
 shows only by tracks

where drunken immortals
 are role models, one must
 expect the odd dragon.

a butterfly flits
 over blooms: a connoisseur
 not deigning to land.

the mountain trail rounds
 from shady to sunny side,
  where caves line the path.

sunset or sunrise?
 depends upon where
  your gaze lies.