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Autumn Begins & Announcement

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Autumn Begins

Cool, salty winds blow in

from distant shore.

Sweet, sultry, Southern air

departs with summer sun.

Shelter of green leaves

becomes quite sparse,

as colorful remnants

fly in blustery breezes.

We gaze at evening’s low clouds,

color of purple wine -

wait for the long nights

 and melancholy autumn days.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie’s paintings will be on display at Amesbury City Hall beginning September 30 through January in a group exhibit titled “Transitions”.  The opening is Wednesday, October 2nd from 6-8 pm.

Tanabata Stars & Announcement

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Tanabata Stars*

Beyond the Summer Solstice,

on a calm evening, the stars

seem to blossom in the heavens,

accompanied by planets,

with their slowly turning moons,

and exploding supernovas

that surprise even the astronomers.

The lovely star, Vega, appears

with her bright partner, Altair,

forming two points

of the Summer Triangle

and spinning myths that

weave through the ages.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie will exhibit paintings and read poetry on July 6th at the Tanabata Festival at the Kaji Aso Studio, Boston, MA, 7-9pm. Free and open to the public.

*Tanabata is a Japanese Festival based on a legend that includes the stars Vega and Altair.

Spring’s Return

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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

Fretful Spring

Pink Azaleas

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

Wild March Winds

00000001Yellow 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