Tag Archives: autumn

White Ghost

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White Ghost

Cold air shrieks in the branches.

A hole in the clouds reveals

the moon, a white ghost

in the dark sky who stays

silent as a stone – no boo

spills from this specter.

We shudder with each frigid blast

as leaves loosen in wild wind

and lawn fills with colorful array.

Lainie Senechal

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

Autumn Moon

White Pumpkin with Gourd & LeavesWhite Pumpkin with Gourd and Leaves

Autumn Moon

Autumn moon peers
between branches,

as smooth as sticks.

Lost leaves that traveled

on the tireless wind

now lie along roads

or wind up in woods,

trampled by footsteps.

The moon’s enigmatic glow,

sensuous and ladylike,

softens the cold, still night.

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 Musings

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Autumn Musings

A cloudless autumn sky,

a day that reverses time,

summer’s mirage heats the hours,

no fog to dim our memory

of balmy days when hawks

ruled the season’s heavens.

Loss of sun and time

a phantom of our remembrances,

we imagine mellow days

will always be our measure.

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