Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on May 27, 2022 by B Gourley

tiny white orchids
hug tree trunks & branches,
hiding out of sight --
except those at valley's edge,
 broadcasting their time is short

Posted on May 25, 2022 by B Gourley

tiny daisies
stand still under gloomy skies;
then one shakes
(pelted by a raindrop)
then another, then all

Posted on May 24, 2022 by B Gourley

the icy mountain
plays hide & seek in the clouds
like a five-year-old
playing the game
for the first time, ever

Posted on May 21, 2022 by B Gourley

a stone monument
stands on the forest path;
i stop,
paying my respects
to the unknown esteemed

Posted on April 27, 2022 by B Gourley

the rain tree sprawl
endomes the whole street.
folks miss the light show
and its leafy glory,
while enjoying coolness.

Posted on April 23, 2022 by B Gourley

nestled between rocks
the smooth-worn driftwood roots
assume the form
of a pile of writhing snakes,
'til the mind untangles truth

Posted on April 23, 2022 by B Gourley

waves smash onto rock.
fountain spurts arc skyward.
one droplet hangs
for an instant, flips & drops,
reuniting with its sea.

Posted on April 8, 2022 by B Gourley

a rainy day.
we pull over the car,
and get out to look
at the waterfall, up close:
what's spray & what's rain?

Posted on April 5, 2022 by B Gourley

scintillant stream,
ever-shifting dance of light:
seemingly random, 
but so seems a music box drum
until one knows its tune

Posted on April 1, 2022 by B Gourley

the Grass-Yellow finds
a place in the dry leaves
where its green tint
is more ornamental 
than it is camouflage