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Bee the Morning

IMG_0312Joe Pye Weed Along Stream

Bee the Morning

After a night’s rain

wind sweeps the sky

clean of sullen clouds.

Through the morning window

one sees the bees fly

to the balcony blossoms.

They exuberantly explore them,

hopeful to win sweet nectar

which will provide the necessary

nourishment to sustain them

through long and barren winter days.

Lainie Senechal

Imbolc

Paper White NarcissusPaper White Narcissus

Imbolc

February first, a great spring festival

for the Celts, who waited

through a tired winter

to face the fresh air

of a new season

and sweep out winter’s lint.

Bellies now full with

milk from sheep’s freshening,

after their lambs were born.

A time to look forward

to the plowing of fields

and first planting of seeds.

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

Summer Moves On

DOC010 August Bouquet

Summer Moves On (an ovillejo)

Black-eyed Susan puts on a show,

summers go –

cicadas sing season’s song,

time moves on.

Corn grows sturdy and so tall,

soon comes fall.

Languid days that to us call,

August hours that give great joy,

but these moments are quite coy –

summers go, time moves on, soon comes fall.

Lainie Senechal

The ovillejo, which means ” tight little ball of twine”, is an old Spanish poetry form.  I learned the form from Rhina Espaillat.