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In Its Time & Announcement

Frist BlossomsFirst Blossoms of Spring

In Its Time

Spring’s heat is brief;

one waits with excitement

for relief from winter’s woes.

Though the heart beats with expectation –

cold, raw days continue.

Do not sweat weather’s worries,

stay calm, spring will,

in its time, arrive.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  Lainie is exhibiting  her artwork in group show at the new Amesbury City Hall gallery. There will be an opening of the exhibit and a celebration of the new gallery in May.

Early April & Announcement

 

Blue Iris

Blue Iris

Early April

In strengthening spring sun

last remnants of snow dissolve –

drip from roof’s edges,

form rivulets along path.

Robins arrive in garden, search

for worms under decaying leaves.

Sprouts of daffodils stretch

their long, green limbs upwards

as if to gather armfuls

of shimmering solar rays.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  I am exhibiting my watercolors in a group show at Amesbury City Hall during the month of April.

All Systems Go & Announcement

Purple Crocus

Purple Crocus

All Systems Go

The shine of quarter moon

fades into new light

from fire of rising sun.

Mist, a white shroud,

hovers as a gaseous vapor

above lake’s thinning ice.

Nature puts on the other shoe

with all systems set

to go towards spring.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie is exhibiting her artwork in A Small Works Exhibit at the Kaji Aso Studio, 40 St. Stephen St., Boston.  Opening reception: Saturday, March 10, 2018 from 7-9 pm.

Contemplating Spring

Three Tulips Opening

Three Tulips Opening

Contemplating Spring
The cycle of seasons

moves slowly forward.

In night’s final hour

Aurora sweeps her long skirt,

shimmering with colors,

across the wide horizon.

As dawn calmly blinks open,

we patiently wait for

short days to lengthen,

spring’s new light to arrive.

Lainie Senechal

Mid-Winter Reverie

DOC061Anemones

Mid-Winter Reverie

In mid-winter, bitter cold

passes into warmth –

wind whispers Southern stories.

A bit of yellow brightens

goldfinches’ gray feathers.

Long nights dwindle

into early rising dawns,

seemingly, a hint of change.

Our hopes, with this small melt,

soar into thoughts of spring.

Lainie Senechal