Monday, September 30, 2013

Unspoken



Twilight fades and shades the faces
of outcropping desert rocks,
as another purple dusk
climbs over this sandstone ridge.

The mind cannot comprehend
the slow passage of time here.
But the memory of rock
spans millenniums.

Waiting in this vast desert,
listening for God's voice,
I will always remember
the density of the silence.

And in that moment,
the silent praise
I gave for these gifts
unspoken.

©  2013  Richard Havenga




Photo Location: Canyonlands National Park,  (CanyonlandsUtah 



Thursday, September 26, 2013

Stranded



 
Curled into coils upon coarse sand
flexible tubes tubing
bulging bladders ballooning
swirling into a mosaic
in the family of browns.




Yanked from the sea floor
by waves of turbulence
saltwater detritus
cast off by the Pacific Ocean
washed up during high tide.

 
Leaves flat, flared and rubbery.
The longer I study it,
the more I discover it
is so much more than
what a Midwesterner
would call seaweed.


          Stranded
          on the sand.
                                          Noticed 
                                          by no one.
                                                                      Noticed
                                                                      by one.







Photo Location:

Pacific Grove,  (Pacific Grove)  California





Monday, September 23, 2013

Kingbirds



male shows off his skills
Kingbird flies in chalky sky
is female impressed?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Click on photo to enlarge.

Eastern Kingbird - Tyrannus tyrannus
 
Photo Location :  Pickerel Lake Park,   (Pickerel)  (Fred Meijer Nature Preserve)
Kent County,  Michigan


Thursday, September 19, 2013

Fragments of Poetry 10




"To the abandoned fields
The trees returned and grew.
They stand and grow. Time comes
To them, time goes, the trees
Stand; the only place
They go is where they are.
These wholly patient ones
Who only stand and wait
For time to come to them,
Who do not go to time,
Stand in eternity.
They stand where they belong.
They do no wrong, and they
Are beautiful. What more
Could we have thought to ask?
Here God and man have rest."  *







* from poem: "Sabbaths 2000 - IX " from: Given - Poems by Wendell Berry  © 2005


Photo Location: Planada, California













Monday, September 16, 2013

Whispering - Listening



This sudden breeze
carries a message.

Like voices passing
between the branches.

Like music playing
among the leaves.




Now it's leaving,
returning to calm.

Was the Spirit
whispering?

Were you
listening?



©  2013  Richard Havenga






Photo Location:

Hartwick Pines State Park  (Hartwick Pines), Grayling (Grayling),  Michigan  (Michigan)










Thursday, September 12, 2013

Drops of Rain




 six small drops of rain
curled within a blade of grass
morning stillness holds
 
 
©  2013  Richard Havenga





 
 
 
 


Monday, September 9, 2013

Willow's Shadow




yellow-green willow branch
once mangled by winter ice
now stretches over current
thrives in heavy heat
backlit by morning sun

caddisflies converge
into sunlit cloud
over warm water
a dense mass of life
briefly alive

swallows and waxwings
patrol upstream, downstream
from north bank to south bank
devouring the swarming hatch
this abundant harvest of summer

under the willow's shadow
small river joins large river
their joining
smooth as summer heat
quiet as morning light





Photo Location:

Confluence of Flat River and Grand River - Lowell,  Michigan



Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Vessel




 Observe this intricate weaving:
 
This insect-trapping snare.
This delicate dish of silken threads.
This vessel of water molecules.
This string of magnificent jewels.
This symmetrical basket of mist.
This collection of diamonds upon the earth.
 
Who could possibly determine their worth?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 Photo Location:
 
Snake River,  Grand Teton National Park,  (Tetons)  Wyoming  (Wyoming)
 
 
 
 
 
 


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Drifting



Each morning,
checking the thermometer.
After a rain,
squinting at the gauge.


Recording faithfully
in his journal
at the top
of every page.


Every day,
studying the clouds,
drifting swiftly
through his old age.

©  2013  Richard Havenga