Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

yellow petals drop:
 on the lake: washed together;
  on the ground: spread out.

dark rain clouds
 hang around all day,
  without raining.

the autumn rains
 have wetted the pavement
  for days on end.

in waning sunlight,
 the shapes of shadows shift
  as boats drift.

lake waves break ashore
 unpredictably, catching
  hapless strollers.

wistful autumn days:
 i look up to the blue sky
  from the tawny grass.

the fish drifts - barely:
 then, with a snap of its tail,
  it darts to the depths.

ripples on a pond:
 the day seems still & windless,
  but, somewhere, air moves.

a still dragonfly 
 looks perched & ready,
  but then falls dead.

moss-covered limbs
 break the water's surface,
  unmoved by the flow.