November 28th, 2025
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
7:00 am
A Silver Light of Dawn
behind the overcast of sky
heralds the lobster fishing boats
spot-lighting M(eye) wide horizon
sweeping along the 180 degree arc
of Atlantic
like a strung-out necklace
of glinting orbs
dotting M(eye) view
of Brilliance
November 25, 2025
The Hawk Slipper Chair
5:26 am
Eye just took a spider
(a Daddy Long Legs really)
from a lower corner of M(eye) Hallway
& threw Him out
into The Darkness
into the moderate cold
in order 2 survive
(rather than smashing Him)
Butt will He survive —
jarred into a new existence
of outdoor living —
like Eliza’s New RCAF* Boyfriend
Who’s “training” in the woods of Winnipeg
in case He crashes?
*Royal Canadian Air Force
November 13, 2025
The Hawk Dining Room
7:50 am
2 write of mediocrity
even for a sunrise
seems fraught w/ the assurance
of mediocre writing —
too sparse was the salmon pink
its star — planet — clouded over —
no clouds were highlighted in gold
except for when the sun
eventually came up
behind the upper branches
of my neighbours’ one living tree
— leafless —
Eye did however catch the sun’s glimmer
as Eye sat outside 2 watch that morning phenomenon
w/ my cup of — you guessed it —
tepid tea
November 9th, 2025
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
6:00 am
Eye prefer not 2 delve
into “Mysteries of The Universe” —
if Eye see a planet
Eye don’t really care
which one it’s named.
Eye do not care about
commets or asteroids
(or galaxies for that matter) —
Eye prefer instead
2 stick closer 2 Home —
2 be enthralled by The Sea
My Accented* Sunrises —
My daily placement here
on This Planet Eye Love.
*This morning I watched intently as the horizon went from deep orange to a light gold & there was a star — really a planet — which I focussed on for the duration, until it finally disappeared just before My Pot of Gold rose from its deepest of blue.
November 8th, 2025
The Hawk Utility Room
5:25 am
Yesterday Eye attended
The Funeral of A Mother
Eye had never met
& listened to the proper bravery
of One Son (Eye had never met)
standing at The Podium
where “The Old Rugged Cross”
was sung out
by The Forthright Voice
of The Man Eye know only
as Our No Frills Produce Manager —
an Officiating Gentleman
spoke of None of Us
being free from SIN
& had Us pray
for The Mother’s Commital.
The Coffin was black
w/ hammered silvery adornments
enthroned by a floral spread of blue & white —
She had Died At Home
as was Her Wish.
Outside, beside the hearse
Her Other Son, My Neighbour
kindly commanded Me
to give Him a “squeeze”
(a bear hug for He is big & bearded)
& Eye could not even ask Him
if He had found My Card
placed on a windshield
(as soon as Eye found out) —
Eye could not utter a single word
while He pronounced
w/ Me in His Arms:
“I hope You are well —
I really do…”
*There loped A Dog of White in the parking lot of milling mourners, the sight of which inspired this poem.
November 3rd, 2025
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
6:25 am
From My Hawk Kitchen Outpost
Eastern Window
cleaned after the weekend remains
of Hurricane Melissa —
Eye can see the full spread
of Early Dawn:
1st The Little Lights
of one neighbour
(whom Eye haven’t met yet)
down by the shore —
then The Little Twinkle
of a planet
(Eye don’t even know which one)
& when its light is obscured
by the fringe of a grey cloud
Eye can have the orange glow
(more 2 The North)
of “Twilight’s First Gleaming”
heralded by a huge splatter
of spread-out cloud
padded pink
above the silhouetted line of scrub spruce
laid against My Swath of Sea
(also obscured)
Joanna Gilman Hyde 