Contemplating Spring

Three Tulips Opening

Three Tulips Opening

Contemplating Spring
The cycle of seasons

moves slowly forward.

In night’s final hour

Aurora sweeps her long skirt,

shimmering with colors,

across the wide horizon.

As dawn calmly blinks open,

we patiently wait for

short days to lengthen,

spring’s new light to arrive.

Lainie Senechal

Mid-Winter Reverie

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Mid-Winter Reverie

In mid-winter, bitter cold

passes into warmth –

wind whispers Southern stories.

A bit of yellow brightens

goldfinches’ gray feathers.

Long nights dwindle

into early rising dawns,

seemingly, a hint of change.

Our hopes, with this small melt,

soar into thoughts of spring.

Lainie Senechal

Rune #8 & Announcement

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Rune #8

The times manifest

an emotional miasma,

runes may pinpoint

the way to rise

from depths of despair.

The dark sky, tonight,

like dome of a deep cavern,

is rich with stars –

fires that burn with

an eternal light.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  Lainie will exhibit her artwork and present poetry at “Runes” Winter Festival which will feature the Artwork, Poetry and Music all based on the theme of “Runes”. Kaji Aso Studio, 40 St. Stephen St., Boston, MA,  January 20th 7-9PM.   Poetry Reading and Music Presentation at 8 pm. Free and Open to the Public

Yule

December Motif

December Motif

Yule

A still silent setting

to herald our long dark,

not even a slight breeze.

Lake caught in clutches of ice,

too thin to tread upon.

Wispy trails of ice crystals

settle along horizon,

surround sinking solar glow.

A squirrel quietly munches

sunflower seeds from feeder,

last feast of evening.

Festive lights will flicker on,

fires will be lit

to soften the blackness

and welcome back the sun.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn Runes

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Autumn Runes

Cormorants’ silent migration

in irregular rune-like patterns:

a mystical message across

time and distance.

Leaves scattered along lake –

what mysteries do they possess

within their demise?

Nature has scratched a note
and stuck it upon the sky

about the change

as light fades slowly

into long obsidian nights.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn Moon

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Autumn Moon

Autumn moon peers
between branches,

as smooth as sticks.

Lost leaves that traveled

on the tireless wind

now lie along roads

or wind up in woods,

trampled by footsteps.

The moon’s enigmatic glow,

sensuous and ladylike,

softens the cold, still night.

Lainie Senechal

Mid-October

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Mid-October

A break in the storm

brings balmy weather,

Changing leaves twist in breeze

but do not abandon branches.

Howling winds that chill toes,

toss branches like cabers

onto brown-hued fields

have not yet arrived.

In mid-October we wait

for transition of seasons:

the arc from warm, sultry days
into fall’s cool, brisk hours.

Dream of summer is long past
while autumn’s entrance
is inexplicably delayed.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn Musings

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Autumn Musings

A cloudless autumn sky,

a day that reverses time,

summer’s mirage heats the hours,

no fog to dim our memory

of balmy days when hawks

ruled the season’s heavens.

Loss of sun and time

a phantom of our remembrances,

we imagine mellow days

will always be our measure.

Lainie Senechal