Pussy Willows

Spring Rises

Shoots of daffodils rise,

again, from frozen ground.

They have not forgotten

the time of season;

they dream of yellow

while tips of their stems,

like soft tongues,

are tempted to taste

the cool spring air.

Curtain descends on winter;

no stopping the progression.

Empty branches, which grate

against sturdy March winds,

bear rows of swelling buds.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  Lainie will host a reception for her exhibit of watercolors, The Language of Light, at the Provident Bank, 1Provident Way, Seabrook, NH from 5:30 – 7:30 PM.