Tag Archives: nature

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

Rune #8 & Announcement

Earth RunesEarth Runes

Rune #8

The times manifest

an emotional miasma,

runes may pinpoint

the way to rise

from depths of despair.

The dark sky, tonight,

like dome of a deep cavern,

is rich with stars –

fires that burn with

an eternal light.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  Lainie will exhibit her artwork and present poetry at “Runes” Winter Festival which will feature the Artwork, Poetry and Music all based on the theme of “Runes”. Kaji Aso Studio, 40 St. Stephen St., Boston, MA,  January 20th 7-9PM.   Poetry Reading and Music Presentation at 8 pm. Free and Open to the Public

Yule

December Motif

December Motif

Yule

A still silent setting

to herald our long dark,

not even a slight breeze.

Lake caught in clutches of ice,

too thin to tread upon.

Wispy trails of ice crystals

settle along horizon,

surround sinking solar glow.

A squirrel quietly munches

sunflower seeds from feeder,

last feast of evening.

Festive lights will flicker on,

fires will be lit

to soften the blackness

and welcome back the sun.

Lainie Senechal