Daffodil Blossom
Rising Spring
The rising sun glows red -
gleams on the morning lake
as a sharp breeze from the sea
clears away night’s fog
and leaves nothing but
a trail of thin pink clouds.
The nearly absolute emptiness
of early spring is awoken by
a frenzied burst of color
and vibrations of myriad voices
which saturate the warming air
filling the soul with delight.
Lainie Senechal
Spring Tulips
Spring’s Promise
Tonight I hear some sounds
after waking from a reverie.
Is it my neighbors’ voices
talking across their yards,
or the call of geese arriving
from the South for a stopover
to sleep before the journey North?
No matter, spring will not relent
in its steady stride forward,
despite our petty protests.
It is not concerned with
our measures or mortalities –
spring keeps it own promises
and will , after all, prevail.
Lainie Senechal