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February Reverie

Wolf Moon

Wolf Moon

February Reverie

The Wolf Moon shines

through the leafless trees

and reflects in silver

on the piles of snow that

remain in the empty forest.

On warm February winds

our spirits are lifted -

thoughts soar to spring.

A dream of the garden calls,

where we will spread compost

on the softened soil to plant

seeds for summer’s plenty.

Lainie Senechal

After the Storm

IMG_0205The Year of the Rabbit

After the Storm

Monadnock’s mountaintop

wears a blanket of white,

while the river’s swift flow

conquers the cold.

Its dark water divides

a land now graced

with an ivory cloak.

Limbs coated with snow

bow low to the earth.

In the depths of winter,

from a series of storms,

the forest is transformed.

Lainie Senechal

New Year’s Beauty

Apple Blossom Amaryllis

Apple Blossom Amaryllis

New Year’s Beauty

Only the dregs of snow

remain in the deep woods.

Winter has slowed into

milder moments that

feel like spring.

The Contooocock flows

soundlessly against its

stiff, frozen banks.

The swift current is sleek

and dark like ebony silk.

Every New Year is unique –

each beginning brings

its own style of beauty.

Lainie Senechal

Passage

 

November Along the Contoocook

November Along the Contoocook

Passage

At dusk an aura surrounds the moon –

night’s reverie is stirred when

the first snow storm appears

with large flakes falling like

feathers shaken from the heavens.

They evaporate in a warming dawn.

Although the day is mild,

bare branches and white patches

scattered in the deep woods

inspire an undercurrent of feeling

that the season is not steady

and a change will soon arrive.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn Transition

Moonlight Over the Delta A Tribute to Indigenous Artist Shane Pickett

Moonlight Over the Delta
A Tribute to Indigenous Artist Shane Pickett

Autumn Transition

The moon, once masked by leaves,

now shines in silver through

the stark branches of the forest

and shimmers in the river’s swift flow.

At dawn fog obscures the horizon

shifting objects into strange shapes.

The warm autumn afternoon is a bridge

between summer’s sultry heat

and the coming winter’s chilly winds.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie will have art and poetry in this event – KAJI ASO STUDIO
49th Anniversary Celebration
A SPOT OF BEAUTY
Art, Music & Poetry IN-PERSON: Saturday, Nov. 12th at 7:00pm to 8:30pm
at Kaji Aso Studio, 40 Saint Stephen Street, BostonĀ  and ONLINE: Sunday, Nov. 13th at 7:00pm

Late October

IMG_0170Contoocook – Late October

Late October

The colorful drama of autumn’s

brilliant leaves is fading fast.

Summer’s bounty slowly slips away –

to drift slowly and silently to earth

or to be caught in a breeze and flutter

like a flock of busy butterflies.

Spaces now open where the sun’s glare

glints off the Contoocook’s swift waters

and on cold mornings one sees

smoke rising above chimneys

from fires stoked during the night.

Lainie Senechal

Autumn Wind

 

Autumn Wind

Autumn Wind

Autumn Wind

The thunder storm slowly exits,

while the wind sweeps the sky to leave

only ragged remnants of clouds

and a rustling, like hushed music,

in leaves that are turning color

on trees that line the river’s edge.

The branches glow even more brightly

in the dim light of an ebbing autumn day.

Lainie Senechal

Along the Contoocook

IMG_0148Along the Contoocook #3

The sun unlocks and scatters

a cover of dark clouds

that seem to portent rain,

as a cluster of ducks

paddle slowly up the river

in this sultry season.

After the parting, a time

of missing you lessens

when the late afternoon sun

illuminates the forest trees

and soft winds ruffle the leaves

that shimmer in the fading light.

The memory of love overtaken

by the brilliant beauty of the day.

Lainie Senechal

Farewell to Attitash

a_002Attitash Sunset

Farewell to Attitash

I leave the lake, awash in remembrances

of living along its shore -

childhood summers carousing with cousins,

decades enjoying its seasonal charms.

Time passes and age sets in -

my days in this place are over.

Change is the expected nature of life.

Many are forced to abandoned homes

under dire and extreme circumstances.

For me there are no regrets, only a plethora

of pleasant reminiscences, a peaceful passage

on to new and unexpected adventures.

In making a final departure I carry

only time’s satchel of memories,

for my stay here has reached its end.

Lainie Senechal