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Late Winter & Announcement

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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.

A Slight Storm

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A Slight Storm

First snow sifts silently

through still air,

not a blizzard but

a quick coating that

lays a soft blanket

over brown leaves,

while pellets of sleet

sting cold cheeks.

Near shore a white smudge
lies above the tide line,

where gulls search

sand for sustenance,

beside a sea that

barely rises in slight storm.

Lainie Senechal

Unbroken Promise & Announcement

Snow StormSnow Squall

Unbroken Promise

Where is the peace

in these wild winds

that whip white veils

across a frozen land?

Small creatures stir slightly

in underground lairs;

bulbs revive beneath

their ivory blankets;

songbirds renew their melodies;

goldfinches transform feathers,

drab gray to vivid yellow.

Twilight’s indigo glow lingers

behind evening’s first stars.

Spring whispers in our ear

of soft breezes which

ruffle newly sprouted leaves

and of its unbroken promise-

a transition to temperate days.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement: Lainie will be a featured reader at the event: An Evening With Poets #2, organized by Bryan Riley. This event will take place on Thursday, February 25th from 6:30 to 8 PM at the Market Square Bakehouse, 5 Market Square in downtown Amesbury, MA.

Winter Branches

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Winter Branches

At end of day

last flash of sun

hovers over lake;

we may be deceived

by its fuchsia brilliance

that travels quickly

from edge of horizon,

a jest of summer

behind bare branches.

But we are not dumb,

the peal of winter bells

ring under a waxing moon,

frost king marches forth.

Lainie Senechal

Harris Gardner Comments:

Beautiful poem with great imagery especially in the closing lines. The painting dazzles the eyes. It captures a degree of shimmering light. The trees , I think, show a Chinese/ Japanese influence with their delicate elegance. The painting produces a very dramatic effect. A very successful creation!

Winter Moon & Announcement

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Winter Moon

Winter moon peers

between branches,

as smooth as sticks.

Lost leaves that traveled

on the tireless wind

now lie along roads

or wind up in woods,

trampled by footsteps.

The moon’s enigmatic glow,

sensuous and ladylike,

softens the cold, still night.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  Lainie will present poetry and watercolors in the new exhibit  at the Kaji Aso Studio: Winter Branches, Winter Moon.  Opening reception is January 16 from 7PM to 9PM, 40 St. Stephen Street, Boston. MA.

Rose in the Snow

December RosesDecember Roses
Rose in the Snow
Under mounds of snow

a red rose blooms,

love we cling to

through persistent winter.

Seasons have slipped by,

our treasured rose remains,

desire’s burning flame.

Time is abandoned but

not the constant allure.

Are we love’s buffoons?

We are each others’ passion,

frolicking in this distraction,

under an endless spell.

Reasons to relinquish

lie around our ankles,

amassed like snowbanks,

white as angel wings.

Evening approaches,

the rose still blooms

and heaven is amused

by our unflagging folly.

Lainie Senechal

White Pines & Announcement

Moonlight Through the PinesMoonlight Through the Pines

White Pines

Sentinels of lakeside,

veterans of many storms,

under blackened skies,

which crashed waves to shore.

Experienced in bearing

snows heavy burden,

with wisdom to capture

the pale winter sun,

when deciduous shells
stand silent, devoid

of all their leaves.

Possessing perches for eagles

and summits that
stretch to the sky.

Lainie Senechal
Announcement:  Lainie will be reading poetry at the Aurorean 20th Anniversary Poetry Reading and Celebration, Dec. 12 from 2-4 PM, at the Plymouth Public Library, 132 South Street, Plymouth, MA.

Can We?

FernJanuary Morning

Can We?
Can we recover from
frequent tempests that
have stacked walls
of snow around us?
Scenery is solely white;
wind whips up a frenzy
of flakes that shroud
landscape in solemn coverlets;
secret our shrubs
under ghostly mounds
which haunt our daily lots.
Does the groundhog seek
his shadow? He is safely secure
in his underground domain.
Awake and weary, we await,
with deep trepidation,
the next storm.
Lainie Senechal
This poem was one( of two) featured entries the first week of February on the website hourofwrites.com. 
The judge, Nick Thorpe, wrote:   “My second honorable mention goes to “Can We”. I am a terrible, awful, borderline illegally bad poet, but I found this piece both haunting and moving. The style is reminiscent of a great orator, and I found the imagery powerful.”


Wind Speed

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Wind Speed

Storm commences quietly
with flakes which twirl
like fleece of dandelion
in a vernal breeze.
Gusts suddenly swell;
snow begins to wheel,
eradicates view of lake;
white becomes singular scene.
Drifts mound their mantels
over every form, like furniture
shrouded in wait for relocation.
Flakes dissolve into streams
that seem to fly at speed of light.
Blizzard whips around corners;
a fuming fiend, howling ferociously.
Huddled in house, near hearth,
with hope the tempest
will soon subside.

Lainie Senechal