Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE FIRST DYING ROSE

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44pm

The First Dying Rose

Taken From Eliza’s Bedroom Bouquet —

petals too limp to dry —

Its Russet Pink Still Enthralling —

Stands Upright In My Bathroom

waste basket

BACKWARD SUNSET

The Hawk Kitchen 4:50pm

This Evening I See

The Blush Of A New Day

To The North —

To The East A Front

Of Cloud

Is Moving Off

Out Over The Ocean

While My Stance

At My Sliding Glass Door

Ushers In

The Hope Of A Vacant Sky

To The West