A Slight Storm

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A Slight Storm

First snow sifts silently

through still air,

not a blizzard but

a quick coating that

lays a soft blanket

over brown leaves,

while pellets of sleet

sting cold cheeks.

Near shore a white smudge
lies above the tide line,

where gulls search

sand for sustenance,

beside a sea that

barely rises in slight storm.

Lainie Senechal

November Dance & Announcement

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November Dance

Wind ruffles lake’s surface,

whose waves lightly pound

stones that line the shore.

A flock of yellow butterflies –

loosened leaves flutter in breeze.

Even black nights are bedecked

with bright diamonds.

No sudden changes to send

the howl of Arctic blasts;

mild November dances in

with utter delight.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Poetry series with open mic  at Amesbury Public Library, Tuesday, Nov. 29th, featured reader is Maggie Dietz.  Lainie will host the event.

Fall Takes Another Step & Announcement

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Fall Takes Another Step

Fall takes another step forward.

Blustery breezes leave branches empty –

all colorful leaves lost.

The trees do not miss them,

their thoughts curve away,
their productive season ends.

They will peacefully sleep

through claps of thunder snow

and winter’s wild winds.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:   Lainie will exhibit her artwork in the 2016 Amesbury Open Studio Tour on Nov. 12th & Nov. 13th.  She will also hang 100 haiku along the tour route.

The Acorn & Announcement



The Acorn

A ping on picnic table,

a thump in humus,

a crack against granite outcrop,

a splash into fountains flow,

in autumn wind, leaves of oak

wave farewell to her children

who plummet down,

manna for inhabitants

of the forest below.

Squirrel scolds curious cat

for disturbing frenetic

gathering of bounty.

food for winter, freely

given, freely taken,

a pantry open to all.

I roam, unexpectedly,

the woods of childhood –

the place where

the great teacher dwells.

I beg for a sign of remembrance

to the devotee who loved so well.

On the path ahead lies a large acorn,

the sign of recognition,

passed secretly from healer

to healer in the Burning Times.

This tiny womb – a promise

and a gift for one who was

nurtured and is nurtured still.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie hosts a poetry series at the Amesbury Public Library.  The next event is Wednesday, October 26th at 6 PM.  Alfred Nicol is the featured reader.

The Autumn Soul & Announcement

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The Autumn Soul

A slow shift of the sun

that fades incrementally from

Northern skies in a final

canopy of brilliant crimson.

No longer an early riser,

the day brightens gradually.

A few hot hours linger,

a melancholy for something

missed settles into

the autumn soul.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  Lainie will read her poetry at “The Arts and the Experience of Nature” event at the Joppa Flats Audubon Center. Newburyport, MA on Wednesday, October 19th at 7:30pm.

The Hummingbird in Whittier’s Garden

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The Hummingbird in Whittier’s Garden

Ruby-throated hummingbird

appears suddenly among

bright ruby-colored blossoms

in Whittier’s August garden

during annual reading -

darts swiftly from flowerlet

to flowerlet, thrusts its bill

down each tiny tube.

Listeners become observers,

words float unheard

into warm summer air.

Focus now on blurred wings

of tiny visitor, intent on

gathering sustenance, who takes

no notice of silent admirers and

disappears suddenly to seek

nectar from other flowers,

for poetry provides no purpose

in its petite world.

Lainie Senechal

Love Never Says, “This is the Last”


I find your face

in sepia photographs

of our first encounter;

your visage lifts my heart

like the great fluttering

of a thousand doves.

How I protest this separation.

I search for a glimpse

but the window’s glass plate

has darkened by eternal decree.

Love, however, cannot be contained,

love follows no commands –

the joy of the heart overflows

into a never-ending stream

that forever connects our lives.

“Love never says, ‘This is the last’ “.

Lainie Senechal

I read this poem at my brother Ray’s funeral.  He passed away suddenly on August 17.  He was 57 years old.  The last line is a quote from the writings of Thich Nhat Hanh.

Salisbury Summer & Announcement

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Salisbury Summer

Summer on Salisbury Beach,

a week at my Aunt’s cottage,

adults worked all day,

Two cousins and I left on our own.

At ten years old unfamiliar,

but desired, days of freedom.

Instructions: “You can go to

the beach but stay near lifeguards.”

Our unknowing babysitters,

who paid little attention,

more focused on bathing beauties,

applying sunscreen, on blankets nearby.

We rode waves so rough

they slammed us into the strand,

filled our bathing suits with sand.

We arose coughing and sputtering

from swallowed salt water

then raced through the surf

to catch another wild ride.

When bored, we walked

to jetty of large, black rocks,

leapt from boulder to boulder,

scraped hands and feet

on slippery, rough surfaces,

while sea pounded through

gaps in rock pile below.

In evening we would wander home,

fall asleep early with expectations

for another day that

would be fully ours.

Lainie Senechal

Published in Ibbetson Street #39, June 2016

Announcement: Lainie will read poetry at The Whittier Home and Tapestry of Voices  18th annual collaborative reading of the poetry of and inspired by John Greenleaf Whittier on Sunday, August 14 from 3-4:30 PM. The poetry reading will take place in the Victorian garden of the Whittier Home Museum, 86 Friend street, Amesbury, MA.

Pulse of July

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Pulse of July

Pulse of July’s languid hours:

blueberries ripening to deep purple,

lilies aligned in colorful arrays.

Ivory egrets,with graceful steps,

scout among green marsh grasses

that bend in warmer winds.

Heat and humidity have arrived –

energy is lost to move one muscle.

When winter’s blast whitens land

regrets will arise for passing

of these pleasant summer days.

Lainie Senechal


Tanabata – The One Night & Announcement

The Moon WaitsThe Moon Waits

The One Night

Stars shake shiny dust

on path to rendezvous

which rises from leafy glade,

passes nebula’s smoky gases

that echo tall thunderheads,

travels beyond the black holes,

crosses the Silver River

for their annual meeting,

their one night of bliss.

Lainie Senechal

Lainie will exhibit paintings and read her poetry at this event:

Tanabata – The Star Festival

A group exhibition from July 9 – July 31.
Works inspired from the ancient legend of Tanabata.

Opening reception: Saturday, July 9th from 7 pm to 9 pm.
Poetry Reading from 8 pm.
As a special treat there will be a performance of a new play by Debra Weiss entitled “Untitled”   at Kaji Aso Studio, Boston, MA.