The Hawk Outpost 8:19am
The blinding glare of sun
off the water
lies on this first day of spring
yet We are set, still
inside deep winter
with stars of light
glinting off My ice-covered
deck
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 Outpost 6:00pm
I stand before My Kitchen Outpost
spaghetti boiling
to drink My 80th Glass
of brilliant water
I toast The Ocean
bluest with The Sky
My Life Glass
is up
My Sharp Horizon
is downed
The Hawk Dining Room 8:15am
The Sun is Gold
upon The Ocean —
I cannot forget Gold
It sustains Our Economy
such as It is
& when I look behind Me
I see The Window’s Shadow
warm upon My Mirrored
Wall
The Hawk Kitchen 9:38am
I have My Kitchen Witch —
It’s a hand-carved, hand-painted Blue Jay
fat, sitting by My Sink Window
looking out
watching over Me
while I make
egg plant parmesan
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:39pm
I’m seeing The Universe again
this time on the behind
of My Navy Blue Long Johns
static-y with cat hair
globules of fuzz, lint
& God knows what all
The Hawk Outpost 7:40am
The Sun looks cold
this morning
muffled behind a cloud
of fog
My Trash is bagged
to be dragged to the roadside
& I am about to have coffee
with My New
Husband
The Hawk Outpost 1:41pm
There’s a ridge of ice
on The Ocean
& Deer in the yard
hungry for Our Neighbours’
carrots
I’m done packing
Dr Blair’s
book collection
18 boxes in all
moved from Barrington
to The Hawk
in time for
lunch
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 