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October’s Last Love Song & Announcement

2Autumn Gleanings #1

October’s Last Love Song

The autumn sun sinks

color of leaves into skin.

The wind plucks sweet notes

from golden branches and

strums stalks of reeds whose

shaggy heads sway to the sound.

The melancholy romance

of October’s last song

is carried on currents

into depths of blue and

caught on ragged edges

of behemoth clouds that

travel to other places.

I cannot remain here

and I cannot depart;

I am wound in tendrils

of intense infatuation.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie will be exhibiting works of art in a group exhibit at Prudential Center (Huntington Arcade – Winter Garden), Boston, MA from November 5 – November 21, 2015.  Opening Reception is Saturday, November 7th from 3 to 5 PM.

October

Distant Shore Lake AttitashDistant Shore, Lake Attitash

October

To be alive

in leaf beautiful

misty golden time;

scent of wood smoke;

rich dirt lying

fallow until spring;

keen eye of hawk

circling brown fields.

Moments relinquished

like drifting colors;

no escape, a letting

go of all wants,

grateful to be free.

Soon, winter’s gray beard;

cold sinewy hands

will enter the land.

Lainie Senechal

 

First Day of Autumn, Ogunquit, ME

Along the Shore

Along the Shore

First Day of Autumn Ogunquit, ME

For only one day

to experience the ocean:

storm clouds have bundled

up into soft blankets,

settled along the horizon

leaving waves stirred

into white crests that roll

across wide expanses.

Wind whips their summits,

sends sea spray high

up to a sky of azure blue.

They crash gently against

the shore where sandpipers

on stick legs scissor

back and forth in front

of edges of foam.

Fine sand, pushed by breezes,

slides across the beach

in intricate patterns of tan.

A boat unfurls large sails, skims

beyond the strand to finally

disappear below horizon.

The air is cool, sun warms skin

on this first morning of autumn.

If I could spend only

one day by the sea

and you were here,

it would be enough.

Lainie Senechal

Published in the journal Ibbetson Street, Ibbetson Street Press, Somerville, MA 2009

Light of the Beginning

img-Y20192623-0002Autumn Sunset

Light of the Beginning

“My soul had already brimmed with sunsets…”

-Juan Ramon Jimenez

 

Light of the beginning

touched the mountains;

touched the houses;

fell from the heavens

like a rush of water

to break into the crystal sea;

entered under the earth

where jewels lie sleeping;

switched on their brilliant sheen;

swept away the darkness

with the force of tornadoes.

This light you filled me;

I became your diamond.

Lainie Senechal

Thanksgiving

Oak LeavesOak Leaves

Photosynthesis

(A Thanksgiving Poem)

It is our tradition to gather as family

to renew and celebrate our bond;

to offer a prayer to the spirit

that connects heaven and earth.

For we are bound, not only

to each other, to elements

of the universe: sun and moon,

our brother and sister;

fruits of trees, grasses of prairies

nourish and sustain us.

They transform energy of stars

into sustenance of life

and through our veins pulses

the heat of cosmic creation.

Lainie Senechal