Said the sign, but no warning

Of ice cream lunges.

Horse and Man-1

Bright in gorgeous symphony

Expanding in green

Prescott Park, Portsmouth, New Hampshire

She smiled in recognition.

"A mother, like me!"

Sheep in pen-1

My work-from-home loneliness

With a bright promise

Yellow Finch

Work in the absurdity

Of ordinary

As a temporary stop--

Like a beach motel

Motel Window, Old Orchard

A three o'clock poker game

In the freezing air

Puffy's little cardigan

For autumn sojourns

Puffy

Sunlight nudges me awake

And laundry beckons Light Housekeeping

Our splendid complexities

Make a masterpiece.

Ties-1

As history is written

We will come to see

The crowd is captivated

By our eyelashes

Uniquely American

Legends were born here

Grand Ole Opry

Anyone can plainly see

I'm adorable!

Vastly more intelligent

For wandering through

Only the gulls are awake

To watch with wonder

Some bright island paradise--

Far from New England

Autumn Ebb Tide

This scooter boy crossed my path

And zipped out of sight

Scooter Boy

Hide grimy realities--

Open with caution 

Portal

But they posed for the picture

In mid-reminisce Auctioneers

Disturbing our morning sun

For a photograph!

Cow-Eyed, Deerfield Fair

    Majestic Americans--

    Five centuries strong

Harvard Memorial Hall

Parade our national shame

In shop windows

Dublin Joke Shop-1

Ensuring the Promenade

Sparkles for tourists.

   Cages come in all sizes

   Hold onto your keys!

Mystical Fuji

Did not disappoint

For a handful of goat feed

Will buy you our love

Neatly in elastic bands

For tonight’s supper 

Who brave the cold Atlantic

In search of freedom!

Little girls and rainbow tulle

Tumbling like gemstones

Arriving two years tardy

Too long unnoted

Juneteenth

Go in and face the music--

Or sit and listen?

Look up from your devices.

Nature's your friend, too.

Blue Wheelbarrow

When my boy brings out the shears

We both need a trim!

4-H Boy and Sheep

 Among the ordinary

 Life will not fail you

Top Hat

Whirs brightly on Salem's shore

Beckoning summer

   By Hong Kong entrepreneurs

   Over baijiu

Voicing opinions out loud

She was born for this

Read the secret messages

Left by street spirits

The City Whispers

Finally--their big number--

Their grandchildren cheered!

I sing to the fairgoers

Passing by my stall

High over Manhattan

Like a dragonfly

Proximity

Over Appledore Island

The sky glows yellow

Capturing summer tourists

As they pass the park.

A warm Galway nook awaits

To welcome you home

Guy's Bar and Snug, Clifton

Never forget the soldier

Facing the unknown.

Hop on your tricked-out chopper

Short pants, no helmet!

Embroidered, imprinted, scarred  

Keeping our secrets.

Transformed this vibrant portal

The turnstiles are still

Carefully swathed and packaged

To dance for a day

A photography infant

But loved the result!

I'm becoming a classic--

It's in the details!

Pecking out mussels and clams

On the Maine coastline

Transcend the drab interior

Dream a lucid life!

To our Italian travels

In this virus age.
 

Served for the Year of the Pig

In gleaming salons.

As the snow began to fall

Early this morning

T

The finest in the village

Ready for dinner

Know that they are familiar

With absurdity

When I saw it gleaming there

A sunlit jewel

As the light slowly faded

You reached for my hand.

God's eye is on the sparrow

He sends me a flock!

Calfskin scent and autumn air

Mingle with the crowds

Song and steaming pans of lamb

Inside, God awaits. 

Bringing a placidity

To Festival Day 

Pandemic kept us from our

September sojourn

Smoky clouds and bright ribbons

In a twilight sky

Storm Passing

In Rockefeller Center

When overburdened.

Need to screw in a light bulb?

I laughed at it, too

Light Bulb Joke?

Rambunctious kids, frazzled Mom

On Festival Day.

Constructed in the eighties

For all to worship

Bewildered, alone, grounded

Taking flight at dusk

The bride, imperious and cool

Observed passersby.

Evidence, if you need it

Of God's designers.

The ocean is instructive:

Seek repetition.

They grew up on the island

Staying out past dark

In this graffiti city

Until painted out

It's always best to look up

That's where hope is found!

Lights twinkled, music faded

And you became mine

She appeared in the lobby

Unfazed by tourists

Overcame the jazz music:

Forced intermission!

Parading in the hot sun

Will make you cranky

The song of children erupts

With seagulls pealing

Intersected on Spring Street

With little impact.

Muddy trails give way to green

And ferries return

And were greeted with the dawn

In blue porcelain

Stole him from Hilltop Steakhouse

Now shuttered and gone.

That synchronized dream:

You brought me flowers.

My heart is like a garden

Waiting to be claimed

Are put on the flower line

When they reach heaven

Federal Street, Salem, Massachusetts

He ponders his wilder kin

Free of the stable.

Pretty gals out on the town

Phone at the ready 

Has an old parlor armchair

Waiting to charm you 

God lived in church chandeliers

Ever beyond reach

The sea in all its blue grace

Releases the night

Blossoms on stoops and corners

Nashville comes alive!

Bright spirit--even stone walls

Will not contain you

His wife called him for supper

And the wheel could wait

Gently worn, slightly faded--

Stories included.

A boy was found, unfinished

Shrouded and waiting

Not just the scenery, but

Traveling with you.

To go walking with my love

And fish for breakfast

The narrative? Unfinished

You are the linchpin.

Perhaps an Old Master's muse

Escaped the canvas 

In your somber correctness

Beckoning and bright

We channelled Vanity Fair--

High-class holiday!

A few blocks before the Park

The street sweeps skyward

Chill air, pink sky, blue mountains

A new day is born

Lupines, Crawford Notch

Leaving a fading imprint

Like old memories.

The feverish construction

Waiting for a sign.

Weary in repetition--

But keep the lights on

There is poetry in "still"

If you would listen

Pray for America's soul

Save us from ourselves!

Searched these hills for moose and deer

In endless quiet

The Universe nudges me--

"Stay open to grace."

Fleeting and faded, invade

The strongest fortress? 

Autumn's mischievous dancer

Sparkling in sunlight.

Slipping out like a green thief

As fall returns home

No warm-blooded mammals there

Only skies full of gulls!

In another century:

The radio hour

Lingering: first love, self-doubt

Ahead: uncertain

Bishops in scarlet sashes

Paused in this narthex

Any place can be a stage

Just bring your six-string

Today's shame is tomorrow's

Amusing story

Old timers and antique cars

Leather seats and chrome

So Mr. Sound Engineer

I photographed you.

As Mother's heart is breaking

And winter descends

Even a lapsed Catholic

Feels its majesty

Find your way to Star Island--

Twilight is calling!

Summer House, Dusk

The world is in my teacup--

Waiting to be stirred

Of shining intelligence

The self fascinates

Took notice of the other's

Unusualness

Cherish these memories now!

For childhood fades fast

Standing together and free

Watching the parade.

And spent its beauty wisely

Let us do the same.

Little hands may be sticky

But his heart is pure

King of Hot Chocolate

Look up from your devices

Nature's your friend, too

Angles, shadows, light--and lines

Leading out of sight

Williamsburg Bridge

Children called in to dinner

And night settles in

Kayak With Ducks

Just one moment of stillness

Before taking flight.

Small town diners where friends meet

And all are welcome

When the Arctic breezes blow

Puff up your feathers

Let's escape to Manhattan

And wear what we like

Long after the farm has sold

Like people I know

I rest in my simple room

As chapel bells peal

Cottage E at Dusk

Here is where their love lives on

The trees still whisper

Carvings

Can block the will to be free

No matter who pays