Just A Winter Sky
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
January 27th, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
7:30 am
The Radio is off —
not by deliberation
butt The Habit of It
was declined This Morning
as Eye choose now 2 sit
in the silence of my purring fridge
w a cat, Molly
on the ottoman here
& Jerome, The Convalescent
on my Tomato-coloured Couch
& Moulan in Palliative Care
secured in the downstairs bathroom
unaware of Her Final Stage —
my left leg is uncomfortable
after a 3-week old diagnosis
of osteoarthritis in my hips —
I do not believe in getting old
& prefer instead
2 gaze through the unfrosted
Sliding Glass Door
here in M(eye) Hawk Kitchen Outpost
2 The Scraggly Apple tips
encased in fuzzy ice
looking like reindeer antlers