Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on March 25, 2022 by B Gourley

morning light catches
the moss, and i see it for
the first time

Posted on March 6, 2022 by B Gourley

tree at the fore;
cascades across the chasm,
and my eye wanders

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