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
Spirit Tree
Early Winter
An early winter welcomes
with a burst of snow,
as we remember blizzards
of years gone by.
We may wish for
a white Christmas,
or not, maybe zero flakes
and open landscapes are preferred.
We have no bone
to pick with the season,
but hope to endure
what will arrive.
Lainie Senechal
White Pine
Pine Wind
Moonbeams enter windows
opened between bare branches.
Pine needles tremble
as compass points North
into wail of winter winds
from far Arctic snows.
Confusion of a warm autumn
settles in to a new rhythm
under faint and distant stars.
Lainie Senechal
Red Pears
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.
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
Anemones
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
Two Roses
Winter Song
How noisy this early morn,
when 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
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.
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