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
March Wind
Spring Arrives
Clumps of crocus and daffodils,
wet with soft, spring rain,
rise above replenished soil.
Maples’ red buds shake
on ends of thin branches
that vibrate in steady breeze.
Winter’s quiet days rapidly end
with sudden burst of peepers’ song
from swamp which shimmers
in slowly dimming day.
Lainie Senechal
Lainie will participate in a reading of poems written for art in the Blue Wave Fine Art Gallery, Amesbury, MA. The reception and reading is April 2, 6:30-8:30PM.
March Wind Sails Over Ice of Frozen Lakelike scraps of worn fabric,
torn from branches in streams
of strong March wind,
jet through open space
into empty vernal air.
Meltwater on frozen lake
forms pools that mirror
shimmer of setting sun,
as seasons flip from frigid winter
into warm, sweet spring.
Birds at dawn announce this
transition with renewed trills.
Lainie Senechal
Lainie will participate in an exhibit March Wind, with new paintings and poetry, at Kaji Aso Studio from March 12 – April 7th. The opening is March 12 from 7PM-9PM. Poetry reading begins at 8PM.
Snow 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.
Yellow Rosewhen a growl or snore,
even a thumping sound,
emanates from frozen lake!
No cause for alarm,
the ice is singing
its wild winter song.
The setting moon’s glow,
like a large yellow rose,
now settles above hills
in faint light of dawn.
Lainie Senechal
Winter Branches Watch Sunset
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 SolsticeWinter 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.