Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

late Summer: 
 the last days before 
  reed heads fluff.

fallen blossoms
 carpet the ground,
  mottled by sunlight.

buds & blossoms,
 in vibrant red, gussy up
  a dreary cityscape.

a mined gouge
 in the hilly, green landscape:
  reclaimed by trees.

gusty city breeze
 tousles the flowers; the
  city backdrop blurs.

to human eyes,
 the man-made stands out —
  while trees seem the same

the thistle blooms:
 beautiful for a time, but 
  best known from afar.

spheres of fluff
 hold strong against a breeze...
  until they don't.

summer sun so bright
 the sunflowers take a break,
  & turn backs to light.

summer evening:
 long shadows climb steps
  their source won’t reach.