The Hawk Kitchen 5:00pm
I Pledge Allegiance
To One Fat Cloud
Watched Out My Kitchen Window
Until It Shrinks From A Golden Swath
Into A Fluff Of Grey
and I lose it
The Hawk Window Seat 3:55pm
Silver-edged clouds sway
parting light to drowsy nap:
“Get Up, Make Some Tea!”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
saw Dark Hawk in flight
against My Turbulent Sky:
Survival Power
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:22pm
Trying to take a nap
with one Ativan
& My Doctor/Husband beside Me
I am in My Underwear
with snow squalls out Our window
— I don’t have My Glasses on —
everything’s all a blurb
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
The Day Looks Much Like
A Day In Early Spring:
Snow Banks Lined With Slush
Over Ground Sodden
Beneath The Blowing Fog
Of Yester-year
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:55pm
Deer Trio Out Back
Stealthily Graze Well-marked Path
I Join Transfixed Cats
*title by WHB
The Hawk Window Seat 3:55pm
I have My Sunglasses on
to view the two different states
of water out My Bedroom Window:
The Hawk Inlet
— inner side of The Cape’s strip of sand and dune —
is a calm sheen this afternoon
while out beyond the ocean roils
and that is what I hear
amidst The Sun’s Power
over Both
The Hawk Portico Steps 1:38pm
Today I eat My Home Made Toast
out by a fading snow drift
I listen to the familiar surf
out past the thawing Cape
The Single Call of a nearby Crow
invites Me to This Feast
of My Outside Hour:
I Drink
The Hawk Window Seat 10:44am
Today I stuck My Head out
the sliding glass door
of My Kitchen
to hear The Chorus
of clamouring Jays
ushering in
The Promise
of a New Spring
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm
The Evening Clouds
Are Heavy Silver
— everything comes to silver —
Moving From The Still-luminous West
Overhead As I Sit On The End
Of My Tomato-Coloured Couch
Savouring The Portrait
I Am Making
Of My Sky
Joanna Gilman Hyde 