Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

a potted bonsai --
twisted, knobbed, and deformed --
stony mountain mind

Beyond the house stood half a tree -
cleaved in twain, robbed of symmetry;
leaning like a wind-swept hero,
it could still shade a reverie.

a tree burst through 
the old building’s brick wall,
and sent roots searching

sinewy tree 
reaches into the park;
i feel its effort

the maple sapling
flexes in the breeze,
but holds its leaves

autumn graveyard --
one tree holds its leaves
for no one in particular

a red maple leaf
flutters from a tree
to adorn my coat

a tulip poplar 
stands beside the lake
in the warm sun

the last leaf
flutters to the ground
too soon for winter

a breeze gusts,
and a moment later
leaves lazily fall