Meteorologists call them
Fair Weather Cumulus.
Poets see a fleet of small ships
sailing on an ocean of sky.
Small paragraphs of thought
to entertain your brain.
White pillows to rest your head.
Cushions that accumulate, dissipate.
Like the transient
perplexity of dreams.
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations: Home Skies - Cannonsburg, Michigan
My pen is poised
over this yellow pad
like a heron's beak
above the river's surface.
Ready to plunge
for a choice word
swimming in the dark water.
Probing the possibilities,
within the pool of poetry.
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations:
1. North Fort Myers, Florida
2. Rogue River - Rockford, Michigan
I'm walking in a fallow field
filled with the soft faces
of Queen Anne's Laces.
These flat-topped umbels,
are white daystars
of circling galaxies.
Sweet summer's
gathering of grace.
Growing with dignity
in common green fields.
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations: Home Fields - Cannonsburg, Michigan
Can you taste
the salty water on your lips
while being thrashed by Atlantic waves?
Or smell the freshness
of spring soil
during an April rain shower?
Can you see diamonds
in the morning dew
sparkling on blades of grass?
Or hear the
melody of the Wood Thrush
singing from his secret woods?
Can you feel the gifts
placed all around you,
waiting for your discovery?
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations:
1. Sunset Beach, North Carolina
2. Lee County - Illinois
3. Home Fields - Cannonsburg, Michigan
4. Home Woods - Cannonsburg, Michigan
How to become a translator
of the language
of moving water:
Be out there, listening,
with ears that hear,
and a feeling of gratitude.
Understand that it cannot
be interpreted using mere words;
but expressed only with
a receptive heart
and a grateful awareness
of your current blessings.
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations:
1. Arkansas River - Buena Vista, Colorado
2. Payette River - Idaho
listen to them sing
American Goldfinches
musical chatter
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Location: Home Garden - Cannonsburg, Michigan
