Tag Archives: winter

Sanctuary #2

Peaceful Moon

Peaceful Moon

Sanctuary #2

Winter needs no permission

for its collection of clouds

that carry snowy storms.

Our judgement may not

rejoice in the acceptance

of this season’s situation.

Some nights, however,

in the still, crisp air

the full moon spreads

its pale light over

the alabaster landscape -

brings a sense of sanctuary

to the troubled soul.

Lainie Senechal

Not Under the Tree & Announcement

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Not Under the Tree

We are all travelers

who wander in the wilderness,

who follow the dream star,

who look for sanctuary –

a place to be reborn.

The world spins madly,

with a multitude of distractions,

a path simply trod

would lead us to home.

Lainie Senechal

Announcement:  My paintings are on display at Health Matters, 35 Main St., Amesbury, MA.  Thank you to David and Sarah for displaying my work.

 

 

Mist

Misty Isle

Misty Isle

Mist

A fine mist settles

over a lake that does
not stir from slumber –

a lazy, meditative moment.

Today’s deluge of rain

will nourish landscape,

fill rivers whose flow

will flood to rapids,

while the waning moon

lies hidden behind clouds.

For now, no storms to brave,

Only a slight breeze which

murmurs in the bare branches.

Lainie Senechal

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