The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:45am
I raise The Window
on The Morning Light
to assure My Kitchen’s Order
I hear The Gulls
& know Their Flight
while Song Birds
choose to loiter
The Hawk Outpost 7:15pm
The early evening light
light of spring
still in mid-winter temperatures
lays itself across
the yard, weeding its way
through The Scraggly Apple
turning pinkish gold upon
My Favourite Spruce
lighting up the rooftop gables
down by the Eastward shore
The Hawk Kitchen 8:18am
I have A Crystal Ball
stationed in My Kitchen
It tells My Fortune
while I steep the coffee
It trims The Lamp
I retrieved from Barrington
when The Sun
hits Its Prisms
It Lights My Morning
in The Dawning
of My Extended Life
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:04am
The Sun broke through
The Winter Clouds
like a giant eye
& I could see
Its lower lid
dressed in Gold
like a vein
of precious Light
The Hawk Dining Room 9:46am
A Beam Of Silver
straddles My View
out past the neighbours’
low roof tops
It stems from The Sun’s
white blaze
& turns
lime green
when I blink
The Hawk Outpost 8:00pm
I see a star-scape
in the canopy
of very cold snow —
One Flake
has Me transfixed
by Its glittering reflection
from an indirect
light
of something as mundane
as the deck lamp
The Hawk Outpost 9:10am
I Blink In All The Brilliant Light
Until My Lashes Gleam
Iridescence Calls Me In
Converging All I’ve Seen
Barrington Passage, NS 7:20pm
The Light from The West
fell upon the low-treed banks
of Cape Island’s Eastern Shore
& I thought:
“There is My Home —
there is The Island which houses
The Hawk
& I will drive to It
with My Husband of a decade-and-a-half
& I will be Illuminated
by Its Western Light
as We meander tonight
through what We call
The Long Way Home“
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
I am alone in My House
sitting before My 3-dimensional Flame
of glass, lit with a tea light
deep in Its Centre
like The Centre of Me
bright with caution
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm
When I close My Eyes at Night
I can see the generational sprays
of light
in My Field of Vision
Which is spherical
& ever-moving
Joanna Gilman Hyde 