I spend the early morning hours
pulling poems into creation.
They arrive quietly,
and the poems that cooperate,
I massage into meaning.
Hoping for spiritual significance
to become visible
between the words.
Like the purity of petals
on the spring-blooming Bloodroot
when the venous leaf
unfolds its grip
because the sun
has warmed the way.
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations: Grattan Township - Kent County - Michigan
