Tag Archives: autumn

Seeking Shelter

Still Life with Asian Pears

Still Life with Asian Pears

Seeking Shelter

Stillness of an autumn dawn

disturbed by tap, tap, tap –

a woodpecker on a snag

that displays a few yellow leaves –

and the voices of birds

who have abandoned nests,

whose eggs have hatched.

A time of renewed searching

to stitch together shelter and sustenance

before arrival of wild, winter winds.

Lainie Senechal

Early October

AutumnSwamp Maples of Back River

Early October

Autumn makes its slow entrance,

vibration of brilliant red

finally settles on swamp maples

that line shore of Back River,

while oaks retain their drab green.

A solitary gull flies low

over sun-sparkled lake

as October’s golden light

illuminates purple clouds.

Soon bulbs will be buried,

before the first freeze,

our hope for an early spring.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn’s Beginning

White GourdBennings Green Tint

Autumn’s Beginning

A ball is drawn down the path

towards another season,

stream of time trickles forward -

a pull to autumn’s beginning.

The track is not smooth

but seems to double back

as summer still lingers.

Leaves begin to fall,

while the August fly continues

to hum its raspy tune.*

Lainie Senechal

* August fly is another name for a cicada.

Autumn Runes

Yellow PearsYellow Pears

Autumn Runes

Cormorants’ silent migration

in irregular rune-like patterns:

a mystical message across

time and distance.

Leaves scattered along lake –

what mysteries do they possess

within their demise?

Nature has scratched a note
and stuck it upon the sky

about the change

as light fades slowly

into long obsidian nights.

Lainie Senechal

Mid-October

Apples with LeavesApples with Leaves

Mid-October

A break in the storm

brings balmy weather,

Changing leaves twist in breeze

but do not abandon branches.

Howling winds that chill toes,

toss branches like cabers

onto brown-hued fields

have not yet arrived.

In mid-October we wait

for transition of seasons:

the arc from warm, sultry days
into fall’s cool, brisk hours.

Dream of summer is long past
while autumn’s entrance
is inexplicably delayed.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn Knocks

GourdsGourds

Autumn Knocks

Things transition so slowly:

a few crisp mornings,

the birch barely bedecked

with a garland of golden leaves,

The wild winter ducks have

not returned from up north;

white gulls whirl in wind

to soar above a Great Blue

that still stilts along shore

searching for silver fish.

Autumn knocks on the door

but finds no one home.

Lainie Senechal