Spring Forward

Pussywillows

Pussywillows

Spring Forward

Nature recovers from winter’s wrath

as vernal floods fill the swamps.

Spring peepers and skunk cabbage emerge

infusing the air with sounds and scents.

The headaches of last season

slowly dissipate with the arrival

of temperate days and an earth

that ruptures with new life.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie will have paintings and poetry in “Awakening” a Zoom presentation of art, music and poetry by the Kaji Aso Studio on Sunday, April 3rd at 7pm. Go to kajiasostudioevents.com for a link to the program.

Carried by the Wind

The Rhythm of Bird Songs

The Rhythm of Bird Songs

Carried by the Wind

The transition into the next season

is not swift and is now suspended

by snow that blurs the scene

as it falls, like soft feathers,

on the still frozen turf.

One does not need to squint

to perceive the signs of spring.

They are carried by the wind

in new songs from birds

preparing to mate and nest -

avian messages about the change

that will shortly arrive.

Lainie Senechal

Legacy ( In memory of Stephen Wagner)

First Snow in Angel GardenFirst Snow in Angel Garden

Legacy

The snow, falling softly,

spreads a silent blanket

over the winter landscape.

However, it does not sooth

a heart heavy with grief.

Love cannot be contained -

defiantly crosses death’s boundary.

The words will remain,

insightful and strong.

The burden of remembrance

lighten by these verses

that trace his thoughts

and serve as a guide

to hold him among us

through the transit of time.

Lainie Senechal 1/7/2022

Amesbury’s beloved second Poet Laureate, Stephen Wagner, left us after a long and courageous struggle with cancer. His contribution to the community and culture of Amesbury will be greatly missed. My deepest condolences to his family.

New Year’s Mist

Cloudy Sky

Cloudy Sky

New Year’s Mist

The New Year opens softly

with no whoosh of winter winds -

only a mantle of mist

that masks the way forward.

Dark trunks stand stoically

as they wait for a change

but all movement as ceased.

A future full of secrets

which cannot be foretold.

The fog has secured

any chance to glimpse

what lies on the further shore.

One hopes for an answer.

Silence is the only reply.

Lainie Senechal

Sanctuary #3

Hanging Out

Hanging Out

Sanctuary #3

The snowflakes fly

in early winter air,

lay a white coverlet

over the sparse landscape.

It stills the endless rustle

of dry leaves – brings

a silence and sanctuary

to the unsettled senses.

When the sun returns

it warms the long icicles

which slowly drip from roof.

Although it is not clear

when the next storm

will strike, we can only

wait because the season

has barely begun.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn’s Ending

Autumn Wind

Autumn Wind

Autumn’s Ending

It is no great surprise

in late autumn to behold

a flurry of flakes that move

briskly in the cool breeze.

The fall season is ending -

winter will soon commence.

The full Frost Moon lies

low on the horizon,

lays a rope of silver

on the lake’s dark surface.

Its light gently fades

in the slow rising of the sun.

Lainie Senechal