Pink Blossoms
Spring’s Slow Start
A cover of gray clouds
mars the spring sky.
Season starts slowly,
sun is only a tease
as we wait for warmth,
for cool hours to close.
Blossoms, soft as
silken gowns, open
to stain lake’s surface
with pollen’s yellow streaks.
Bees stay busy
gathering the bounty
before it blows away
in the brisk vernal breeze.
Lainie Senechal
Pair of Daffodilsof satin yellow reflect
the daffodils’ golden hue,
whose leaves, like spears,
plunge into fresh spring air.
The season flows forward
from blossom to blossom
each with a particular aroma
that perfumes the vernal breeze.
Spring reaches its full strength
intoxicating even newly awakened bees.
Lainie Senechal
Pink Tulipsblows in from the south
as April’s pink moon
hovers over horizon.
A robin, in quick hops,
searches sprouting grasses
which surge from
a warming earth.
We awaken with a joy
that only spring can bring.
Pussy Willows
Spring Rises
Shoots of daffodils rise,
again, from frozen ground.
They have not forgotten
the time of season;
they dream of yellow
while tips of their stems,
like soft tongues,
are tempted to taste
the cool spring air.
Curtain descends on winter;
no stopping the progression.
Empty branches, which grate
against sturdy March winds,
bear rows of swelling buds.
Lainie Senechal
Announcement: Lainie will host a reception for her exhibit of watercolors, The Language of Light, at the Provident Bank, 1Provident Way, Seabrook, NH from 5:30 – 7:30 PM.
Dark Clouds
Late Winter
Late winter wind that
howled through budding branches,
chased clouds from night sky,
is mum in morning’s first moment.
Dawn’s bright light phosphoresces
off long slabs of ice that float
randomly on lake’s slight waves.
Seagulls line up in a row, ready
for the ride, and watch with wonder
the enfolding of spring.
Lainie Senechal
Announcement: On March 23rd at 5:30PM there will be an opening for Lainie”s exhibit, The Language of Light, at The Provident Bank, 1 Provident Way (off of Lafayette Rd.), Seabrook, NH. Light refreshments.
Amaryllis Blossoms
Setting a Course to Spring
Sun sets with golden shafts
along a still horizon.
Storm has slid out to sea,
only a stiff breeze remains
that shakes the tree limbs,
starts small white explosions
which settle across scene.
Now the blizzard has departed,
wood is gathered in,
a fire lit in stove.
Wind is not a worry,
the sails are set on a course
headed straight towards spring.
Lainie Senechal
Announcement: Lainie is exhibiting of her paintings at The Provident Bank, One The Provident Way, Seabrook, NH from now though June. Artists reception on March 23rd, 5:30-7:30 PM.
Bearded Iris
Passing Spring
Hours of spring –
flower-filled and golden
where wrinkled waves
of new leaves emerge.
A date with green-winged time,
always a posy in lapel;
it vanishes swiftly
in spite of fervent pleas
to pause, for awhile.
Lainie Senechal
Irises
May’s flower moon
dances in pre-dawn sky,
an angel of night,
a dream almost forgotten
when snow showered landscape.
Waves swerve into lane of light
which has landed across lake;
clouds only a smudge on horizon.
A progression of blossoms
burst into beauty then
retreat and fade
as season pushes forward
in phases of increasing warmth.
Lainie Senechal
Crab Apple Blossoms
A Request to May
May,
We require your cooperation;
April was a disappointment,
so fickle and fretful,
unable to secure a steady course.
Spring was, only occasionally,
in air, along with more snow.
Temperatures warmed, tentatively,
then plunged into frigid zone.
A few flowers made an attempt
to rise through still frozen soil.
Earth seemed to wake, stretch,
then return to slumber.
May, we are counting on you;
do not hold back, dive
headlong into a fresh season.
Bring on sweet scent of blossoms
in every hue and shade,
some mild breezes to ripple
through meadows’ greening grasses.
Paint sky an azure blue,
allow only a few billows.
Let feathered friends return
to establish boundaries, build nests.
Adorn bare branches with young leaves
where birdsong will cheer morning
and moonlight sparkle until dawn.
Move us forward into balmy days;
embrace a new direction.
You have our full support.
Lainie Senechal
Hydrangea
Spring straggles in,
trailing a shawl of mist.
We wish to linger in the sun,
surrounded by fresh flowers,
but that is a distant month;
only clouds, rain, cool wind,
even a flake of snow.
This is our fate
for these are April days.
Lainie Senechal