Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

deep in winter,
 the blue water makes it
  Caribbean summer.

a heron stands
 with perfect stillness,
  in frigid water.

waves hit rocky shore
 and spout a geyser that rains
  like a mini squall.

early morning:
 it's still dark & darkly still.
  one boat floats through.

the falls are thin.
 the rains are hard. soon,
  fortunes will reverse.

across the lake,
 two rainbows arch skyward:
  one, a faint echo.

ripples on a pond:
 the day seems still & windless,
  but, somewhere, air moves.

moss-covered limbs
 break the water's surface,
  unmoved by the flow.

early autumn morn:
 fog forms over the river
  ‘cause the water ‘s “warm.”