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
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
Mid-Winter Reverie
In mid-winter, bitter cold
passes into warmth –
wind whispers Southern stories.
A bit of yellow brightens
goldfinches’ gray feathers.
Long nights dwindle
into early rising dawns,
seemingly, a hint of change.
Our hopes, with this small melt,
soar into thoughts of spring.
Lainie Senechal