Ruler of the Wind
Eagle Sleeps
Low on horizon full moon sends
swirl of sparks along the waves.
An eagle sleeps in tall pine
digesting recent meal.
Light sifts softly through
dark green needles;
creates a rich landscape,
otherworldly and imaginative,
where new life forms could arise
and unexpected changes may occur.
Lainie Senechal
This poem was a winning entry in the Eagle Festival Poetry Contest, Joppa Flats Education Center, Newburyport, MA
Who’s There!
My Resolutions
To never neglect nuances
of various seasons:
first snowdrop to
don its ivory bell;
song sparrow’s sweet trill
in morning’s twilight;
sun’s shimmer on summer sand;
sea’s warm, salty embrace;
a yellow leaf that lands blithely,
ragged calligraphy of cormorants
across autumn’s dome;
solitary flake silently drifting
in brittle air of a frigid night;
frolic of flames in hearth.
These matters I will regard.
To exist in the twinkling of time;
cease memory’s constant churning;
abandon tomorrow’s anxious hours;
be mindful each minute
of every golden hour.
This poem was chosen has the featured entry (1 of 2 chosen) in January 2015 on the website hourofwrites.com. The judge, poet Mark Ward, says, “The standout line for me is ‘calligraphy of cormorants’ which is a wonderfully evocative image. I also liked the use of alliteration throughout the poem.”
November
Low beams of light
shimmer in leaves;
flutter of canaries’ wings,
bristle of fox fur.
Even the tamarack
has traded its green innocence
for a tattered coat of burnt umber.
You arrive with your flattery,
your sultry songs, where
buffleheads dive and bob
among wind-driven wavelets
that spark in the sun.
I have no choice but to
succumb to your charms.
Lainie Senechal