Showing posts with label Meadowlark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meadowlark. Show all posts

Monday, January 26, 2026

Out Here

 


Even clean air,

seen through many miles,

like in western Wyoming,

or the Colorado Rockies,

can haze the distant mountains.




I am out here, attentive,

wrapped in time's presence.



Ready for an elk sighting,

a moose in a lake,

or a distant meadowlark

making music 

from his throne

on a wooden fencepost.



In between the meadowlark's calls,

in the space between mountains,

God speaks in silence.



I am out here.

Listening.

© 2026 Richard Havenga



Photo Locations:

1. Rocky Mountain National Park - Colorado

2. Telluride, Colorado

3. Grand Teton National Park - Wyoming

4. & 5. Mancos, Colorado




Thursday, October 30, 2025

Ear Buds

 


I never have,

nor will I ever start,

to use headphones,

ear buds, etcetera,

when I'm running outdoors.



I prefer to hear

the music of nature

along quiet country roads.



Songs from the Indigo Bunting,

Scarlet Tanager, Yellow Warbler,

or a distant Eastern Meadowlark.



A fall flock of Canada Geese.

An ambitious wind in the trees.

The rising rapids in rivers. 

Rigorous waves on Lake Michigan.



All sounds superior,

to my favorite symphonies

by Haydn or Beethoven.

© 2025 Richard Havenga



Photo Locations:

1. Indigo Bunting - Grattan Township - Kent County - Michigan

2. Scarlet Tanager - Home Woods - Kent County - Michigan

3. Yellow Warbler - Home Woods - Kent County - Michigan

4. Canada Geese - Saul Lake Bog - Kent County - Michigan

5. Grand Haven State Park - Michigan






Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Banner of Song

 

Across this broad field of sage,

a Western Meadowlark is perched;

on a fencepost, on a barbed wire.



From this distance

I can barely make out

his sunrise-yellow breast

with the black tie

pointing down his neck.



I delight in his melodious call,

streaming over the plains;

a long banner of song

curling into the warm wind.



This gift of music,

given by the meadowlark,

received with gratitude.

© 2025 Richard Havenga


Photo Locations: Hesperus, Colorado











Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Until

 

The meadowlark is silhouetted

in the dimming light of dusk.



I heard his musical song

sung for the last time today.


Then the silence of the night

embraced the spacious prairie.


Until the secretive crickets

started filing their raspy instruments.

© 2022 Richard Havenga


Photo Location:


Crow Indian Reservation - Crow Agency - Montana



Monday, May 3, 2021

Meadowlark Music


When, in early May,
I listened to the meadowlark
sing into the morning,


I attempted,
with humility,
to bring a few words
together.

Whether from want,
or need,
I cannot say for sure.



But the words rubbed
together
like the sound
of a dead red oak trunk
leaning on another
high overhead;
back and forth,
shrieking or moaning
in the canopy of wind.



Using mere tools
of language,
it fell short
of becoming a poem;
unable to compete
with the clear, pure notes
of the meadowlark's music.

© 2021 Richard Havenga




Photo Locations:

1. Kline, Colorado

2. Hereford, Arizona

3. Grattan Township - Kent County - Michigan


Monday, April 5, 2021

Drink the Air


The mellow melody

from the mouth

of the meadowlark

rolls across the fields.



A banner of song

curling in the wind.



It targets my listening,

enters my heart,

amplifies my awareness,

enhances my gratitude,

sings to my soul.


Makes the world

a better place.



Makes me want to

drink the air.

© 2021 Richard Havenga



Photo Locations:

1. & 2. Marvel, Colorado

3. Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area - McNeal, Arizona


Monday, March 29, 2021

Directions to My House (in early spring)

 


You know where the creek

meanders through the small woodlot,

and enters the open meadow

where the Eastern Meadowlarks

prefer to sing each spring?



Hang a left there,

and walk through the crop field

that was in corn last fall

and soybeans the year before;

here you will hear the

Sandhill Cranes yodeling

and see them plucking invertebrates

from the saturated soil between the rows.



Then continue westerly along

the north shore of McCarthy Lake

where circles of Cinnamon Ferns

will thrive this summer.



From here you will spot a pair of Mute Swans

circling around the lake's perimeter

searching for open water.

When they land, notice their angelic wings

as the last skim of ice melts away.



Now turn north, uphill, through the field

deep with winter-matted grasses,

and follow the faint deer trail

along the east slope of the woods

until it crosses the gravel road.



You will now be under 

some splendid walnut trees.

Take your time here, 

because you need to step carefully

through the arching canes 

bearing short thorns

where I pick Wild Black Raspberries

in early July.



Take the next deer trail on the west side

of the vernal wetland, where Spring Peepers

have just begun to call

on nights when it's warm enough.



You must now ascend what was once 

our cross-country ski trail

through Red Oaks, Black Oaks,

and a few Shagbark Hickories.



As you step onto the lawn,

notice my favorite tree;

this American Beech, with leaves

that were yellow in October,

copper in December, and now appear

winter-bleached and tissue-thin.



From here, if you look northwest,

you will see me in my library

writing directions for another season.




You don't need to knock,

or even ring the doorbell.

I've been expecting you.

Please come in.

We'll talk about 

your walk.

© 2021 Richard Havenga



Photo Locations:

1. 2. 8. 9. & 10. Home Woods - Cannonsburg, Michigan

3. Grattan Township - Kent County - Michigan

4. & 5. McCarthy Lake - Grattan Township - Kent County - Michigan

6. & 7. Townsend Park - Kent County - Michigan

11. Home Library










Friday, May 1, 2020

Sound of the Gift



Listen
to the long, curling
banner of song
streaming 
from the meadowlark
above these rolling hills,
and rising up,
as far as I know,
into the open gates
of Heaven.


The sound of the gift
giving gratitude
to the giver.
© 2020 Richard Havenga








Photo Locations:

1. & 2. (Eastern Meadowlark) Grattan Township - Kent County - Michigan

3. (Western Meadowlark) Marvel, Colorado

Monday, May 1, 2017

See More


This morning
I plan to drive 
the country roads
in my old pickup;
scanning fence posts
and barbed wires for
the sun-yellow breast
of the Meadowlark.



It's a worthy goal to pursue,
on this fine Saturday morning
with nothing better to do.

Would you like to ride along?

Grab your binoculars, let's go.
Together, we can see more.
© 2017 Richard Havenga




Photo Locations:

1. & 2. Western Meadowlark - Marvel, Colorado 


Monday, February 2, 2015

Opportunity



Birds cast their songs
into the silence of dawn
to open a new day,
a new opportunity
to display their gifts.

To merely be present
is an opportunity
for acceptance;
for gratitude
for gifts
given.


As crystals melt
from the sharp edges
of translucent ice
enclosing this winter creek,




a Black-capped chickadee
lightens your morning 
with cheerful loyalty.





As a silver fog
veils the wet woods,
and dissipates
with the rising sun,




an Eastern Meadowlark,
yellow breast to the sun,
throws his joyful voice your way.





As the dew,
gathered overnight 
on silken threads,
evaporates
with the morning breeze,



a Song Sparrow
welcomes you
to his solo performance.





To merely be present
is another opportunity
for acceptance;
for gratitude
for gifts
received.

Do you have one hour
of this one  morning
out of your one life?
© 2015 Richard Havenga 





Photo Locations:

1. Bear Creek - Townsend Park - Kent County, Michigan

2. Chief Hazy Cloud Park - Ada, Michigan

3. Home Woods - Cannonsburg, Michigan

4. Grattan Township, Kent County, Michigan

5. Ada Township, Kent County, Michigan

6. Home Woods - Cannonsburg, Michigan

Friday, May 23, 2014

New Prayer, New Day



As long as I'm allowed 
to stay alive,
I will view this world 
with a deep affinity;

and offer a prayer 
of praise that grows 
silently, slowly,
like the early light of dawn.

Just now, the meadowlark,
celebrating only his
second year of life,
is calling me 
into his field of deep grass;
now jumping to a branch
to welcome his visitor.



Looking beyond...
new clouds 
are forming above 
the eastern horizon,
growing silently, slowly, 
into shapes of words
to a new prayer
for this new day.



But for these two seconds,
the Meadowlark is
nothing but song.
Then his wings whir,
gliding over deepening grass,
now leaving this field,
he is gone.

©  2014  Richard Havenga




Listen to the song of the Eastern Meadowlark





Friday, February 21, 2014