Clearing Sky
Spring’s Return
Sun salutes the morning sky
after days of solemn rain and mist.
Lawns, meadows and fields
are deep green and soft.
A flow of flowers decorate
newly budding trees.
Chipping sparrow chants
a singular staccato trill
while the cardinal croons
a run of sweet notes.
Spring’s return is rich
with color and song.
Lainie Senechal
Pink Azaleas
Fretful Spring
Blue skies are absent –
continual rain and gloom
shuffles spring season,
encourages wayward weeds.
Pewter lake lies languid and still
but perky goldfinches,
with white wing bars
like taut guitar strings,
perch on feeder and voice
their “potato-chip” objections
with each disturbance.
Below, forsythia blossoms mirror
birds’ bright yellow breasts.
Lainie Senechal
Pansies
Spring Breezes
Again, with warming breezes
daffodil blossoms pop open.
Their yellow trumpets shake
in strong spring winds.
Weather is quite fretful,
a frustrating tease.
Soon all will settle
with time to spend
soaking in season’s sun.
Lainie Senechal
Yellow Tulips
Wild March Winds
The wild March winds
slam feeder against the staff.
Squirrels scuffle below
to savor falling seeds.
In a moment of melancholy
one remember springs, now past –
whose times are missed.
A break in the weather,
return of sun’s warmth,
brings a smile as one steps
into the new season.
Lainie Senechal
Late Winter Lake
March Commences
As March’s month commences,
with a loud call from a cardinal
and lessening of winter winds,
one’s hopes jump quickly
into a new season – instead,
shocked by steady snow.
Spring seems far away
as winter’s weary trip continues.
No hurt comes from
weather’s constant vagrancies -
only a need for patience
and, in time, pleasant days
will again prevail.
Lainie Senechal
Amaryllis
Mid-February
The winds are cold –
near the fire
one feels warm.
Each night, twilight
settles more slowly.
Our thoughts turn
to the next season.
We search seed catalogs
for a summer treasure.
Winter winds may howl
with heavy storms,
but they no longer have
a hold on our hearts.
Lainie Senechal
White Pine
Pine Wind
Moonbeams enter windows
opened between bare branches.
Pine needles tremble
as compass points North
into wail of winter winds
from far Arctic snows.
Confusion of a warm autumn
settles in to a new rhythm
under faint and distant stars.
Lainie Senechal
Along the Muddy River
Shelter #8
Ice on the winter lake,
once frozen, has cracked.
Now it retreats and returns
with the rise and fall
of season’s fitful weather.
A full moon illuminates
the crests of wave,
recently released from capture.
Ripples scatter in the light,
like birds with flashy feathers,
freed from shelter of henhouse
to nervously search for sustenance
in the dark barnyard dirt.
Lainie Senechal
Announcement: Lainie will present art and poetry in “Shelter”, the Winter Art Festival at Kaji Aso Studio. Opening reception: Saturday, Jan.19, 7-9pm. Poetry reading and music at 8pm. Free and open to the public at 40 St Stephen St., Boston.
Red Pears
Not Under the Tree
We are all travelers
who wander in the wilderness,
who follow the dream star,
who look for sanctuary –
a place to be reborn.
The world spins madly,
with a multitude of distractions,
a path simply trod
would lead us to home.
Lainie Senechal
Announcement: My paintings are on display at Health Matters, 35 Main St., Amesbury, MA. Thank you to David and Sarah for displaying my work.
Misty Isle
Mist
A fine mist settles
over a lake that does
not stir from slumber –
a lazy, meditative moment.
Today’s deluge of rain
will nourish landscape,
fill rivers whose flow
will flood to rapids,
while the waning moon
lies hidden behind clouds.
For now, no storms to brave,
Only a slight breeze which
murmurs in the bare branches.
Lainie Senechal