From here,
in the Sonoran Desert,
I can see the pines
outlined along the ridge
of the Santa Catalina Mountains.
In that expansive space
between here and there,
a single raven rides the air.
Broad, black wings glossy
in the wide blue sky.
© 2026 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations: Arizona
Under the shadow
of the passing raven's wings,
lichen green clumps of sage
are scattered over red soil
in the silent solitude
of the Canyonlands.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
Ravens wear black robes,
sweep over mesas,
slide into dark pines,
settle on stout branches.
Sleek silk shines
along their contours.
They walk more dignified
than their cousin,
the Common Crow,
and they know how to sail
on broad, fixed wings.
Ravens survive and thrive
because they understand the land.
And should you find yourself
close enough to see
their prominent beak;
their "Roman Nose",
you may also hear them
"krawk".
© 2022 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations:
1. Santa Fe, New Mexico
2. Alamosa, Colorado
3. Bisbee, Arizona
