Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

MAIL

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

On My Way To The Mail Box

I Passed A Roadside Spread Of Asters

Pale Lavender Star-shapes Against The Golden Grass

And Auburn Leaves Of Fern — There Was No Mail

But As You Can Guess

That Hardly Matters

CALL TO THE DECK

The Hawk Deck 11:10am

The Day On The Deck

Is So Still

I Can Hear The Echo

Of The Crow’s Call

Harsh, Yet Circular

Rising In A Crows’ Chorus

From The Scrub Spruce Nearby

Here Beside Me

Perhaps A Buzz Flies