OFF THE TRAIL
The Hawk Portico 1:45pm
I heard a bull frog
a sort of rubber-y note
very sound of bog
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The Hawk Portico 1:45pm
I heard a bull frog
a sort of rubber-y note
very sound of bog
Barrington Passage, NS 12:26pm
I have stepped through
a tunnel of shimmering leaves
calling Me along
by the dappled light
I have breathed in
the hue of fuchsia rose
wild
& heard the lupine
sing out
purple & white
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:15pm
sometimes I cannot get
the words
fast enough
before the pink
spreads itself
out of the sky
& I am left
with My favourite
grey
June 15, 2014 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:53am
I have carried My Body
through These 22 Years
first shuffling, now striding
poised in readiness
for any meeting
haphazard or planned
to jump to new heights
landing Who Knows Where
or Why?
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:55pm
I Saw The Silver
Before I Left
Beyond The Cape & Islands
It Filled Me Up
With Desire Spent
I Came Back
To Thunder
The Hawk Corner Room 1:43pm
I opened The Corner Room Door
hoping to see A Rainbow
& saw instead The Layered Sky
blue-grey
above The Scrub Spruce Forest
& The Neighbour’s End
of Our Lime-green Hedge
fluttering beneath
& out to The Ocean
One Wave Breaking
as an accent mark
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
I stare across
to My Neighbour’s Canadian Flag
stretched out & shivering
in the gusts
I feel My Veins quickening
& know too hard
The Eye is self-trained
to soak in The Flickering
& feed It to The Blood
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:26am
Sliding My Glass Door
Bird Song Carries Me Aloft
Yellow Bird’s Clear Ring
June 8, The Hawk Living Room 10:00pm
I’ve Caught The Moon
In My Living Room Sky Light
Arriving
Through This Late
And Early
Evening
I See Its Thin Beam
Shining Down To Our Balcony
Through The Spindles
Defining Shadows
Of The Luminous Streaks
Of My Age
Joanna Gilman Hyde 