The Hawk Outpost 8:15pm
I looked from The Sky’s wispy clouds
threading overhead
to last year’s bamboo crop
the colour of This Year’s Fawn
Who emerged from new shoots
like magic
to test The Neighbour’s Offering
of a scoop of grain
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
The Hawk Dining Room 1:05
The Fog Clouds are shifting rapidly Right to Left
South To North
as I look out My Dining Room Window
determined to capture Their Silver Evocation
of the higher clouds
to capture Them
speeding away from the upper, more stationary
grey silhouettes
of backlit Silver
The Lower Fog Clouds are moving in streaks today
rather than the bulbous blotches
of yesterday
as I look They’re getting thinner, thinner
revealing more & more Silver cloud behind
Oh there They go!
and there They’ve left the magnificent skyscape
brimming with molten undulations
of My Precious Metal
The Hawk Corner Room 9:26am
I See The Thinnest of A Silver Line
Along The Piece of Horizon Facing Me
Cloud Banks Are In Linear Formation
Above The Silver
The Ocean
Is A Grey Foundation:
My Foothold To The Structure of The Sky
I feel a momentary gladness
with a song I like on the radio
as I look out My Sliding Kitchen Doors
to The Full Clouds
illuminated by The Sun
in an opposite part of The Sky
Joanna Gilman Hyde 