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.
Forthysia
play its tricks on us.
We should be dancing
in the rain among daffodils
on a carpet of velvety mosses
that hide earthworms under
their mantle of green.
But, earth’s blanket
is, again, a white shawl,
the only dance –
flakes whirling in wind.
A few secrets are revealed:
goldfinches turn bright yellow,
the color of spring’s first blooms.
Lainie Senechal
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.
Amaryllis Bud
Spring’s Treasures
Buried bulbs, treasures of spring,
begin to stir in warm February breezes.
Captivated by balmy days,
which release winter’s worries,
with ice too thin to fish,
we begin to count our seeds
and beans, to prepare
for springtime’s plantings.
Stars and planets align above
as sleeping roses wonder:
“Has winter’s season subsided?
When should we awake?”
Lainie Senechal
Seagull, Plum Island
Seagull #1
Gulls gather along the bar
exposed by receding tide,
squawk over dropped morsels;
occasionally, soar over ocean,
dive into the sea in search
of fish and clams. In evening
they desert the strand,
leave only prints
of their steps in the sand.
Lainie Senechal
Announcement: Lainie will exhibit artwork and read poetry at:
Kaji Aso Studio presents
“Seagull” – Winter Festival 2017
Opening Reception:
Saturday, Jan. 21st from 7:00 pm to 9:00 pm
with poetry reading and music at 8 pm
Storm Approaches Moody Beach #2
First Day
The winter gales have
swept everything away.
The sea is empty, cold
and steely blue.
Sun lays a blanket
to warm bitter waters –
the sea is silent,
its dark heart
settled into the depths,
away from winter winds
which will arrive
with the next storm.
However, the hollowness
has opened a space
that, in season, will
lift the waves into
the warmth and light.
Lainie Senechal
Lainie is opening a solo exhibit at the Provident Bank, 1 Provident Way in Seabrook, NH. The exhibit will continue until June 2017. Reception information to be announced.
Holly in a Vase
Mid-December
A gray gauze settles
across sky to lake’s surface
where wind has woven
a patchwork of snow and ice.
A few flakes fall
through the frigid air,
flecks of diamond,
sprinkles of stardust –
hemlock hums winter’s song.
Lainie Senechal
Storm Approaches Moody Beach #1
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