The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:07pm
Against a background
of Darkness
We see The Particles of Space
coalesce
spiralling together
uniting two illuminated Human Beings
against a World
of Chaos
The Hawk Corner Room 5:14pm
Today The Ocean
went from Blue
to Grey
& I sat above It
to contemplate
My Self —
& do You know what
I discovered?
That with My Husband
reading War & Peace
beside Me
I can say anything
in The World
& be heard
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:45am
Last Night I slept
with the window opened a crack
to let in a nip of Spring
This Morning
and the first song
of birds
The Hawk Kitchen 8:20am
The Glare
of
Silver fills
My Hawk Outpost
Window
beaming out to Me
I stare
& see the afterglow
of
familiar lime green
when I
blink
The Hawk Corner Room 11:02am
How must I write
of the peacefulness
of The Morning —
under the snow
— last for spring —
under brilliant sun
shining its silver
off the sea
I will not row
today
The Hawk Kitchen 4:41pm
The First Recognizable
Call
I’ve heard for Spring
is that of The Jay
My Childhood Friend
with the tumult
of waves
breaking through
the new rain
The Hawk Kitchen 1:15pm
I have bled before
a stand of Crows
I have wept in dreams
of a pristine throat
muted white with a thin pink bow —
The Dead Princess Neck
of alabaster silence
commanding Me to throw
My Words up and out
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:05am
My purple pyjama-ed knees
are propped
up in Our Bedroom of mild green
— did I say wild?
My Journal upon My Lap
coffee at My Side
& the snow of this endless winter
blows across
My Eyes
The Hawk Window Seat 8:54am
The Snow serves one purpose —
to delineate the length
of The Cape
along the southwest
view from Our Bedroom
Window
It makes a delicate white line
below the dunes —
a highlight of sand
I might fail to notice
in Summer
Joanna Gilman Hyde 