The Hawk West Desk Window 10:25pm
We’re down to one feeble
peeper
in The Muskrat Pond
Do all the rest
have mates?
Or having given up on His Own
is He calling over
to another
bog?
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
This is what I should
be doing —
sitting in The Sun
in The Quiet of
My Life
listening to The Birds
& deciding
what to
write
–
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:53pm
I sit in a shaft
of Sunlight
journal on My Lap
ready to write
& I can write only
that I am in Love —
I Am In Love
With Life
The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
Beneath the woven stippling
of cloud
shimmering Silver
greets My Day
I see cross-hatches of Light
above My Horizon
and glittering grey
below
I know
Our World
and I know
Our Life
Joanna Gilman Hyde 