Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

a rotten log grows
a vibrant mushroom cluster —
soon to rot, itself

when Fall leaves are green 
and pale yellow, i get 
citrus autumn mind

the ship is gone.
its journey recorded
in liquid ripples

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy

rotten log fungi
imitate oysters
on pier pilings

in clear water,
a newt, darting or drifting,
seems to be flying

low winter sun
rounds the golden temple,
only shape remains

ancient columns 
frame the new city 
that's not that new

hot summer day
spent overlooking the lake:
sea breeze to land breeze