Herring gulls that dot the sky, blue waves that paint the rocks, water rich with Neptune's life, the boats that line the docks. I see the lighthouse flickering to help the sailors see. I love the fresh October days, the buzz on College Hill, art that moves an eye to tear, a jewelers special skill.
Icicles refract the sun, snow falling gracefully.
The skyline piercing Providence, the State House dome so rare.