The Hawk Dining Room 9:26am
The Ocean is a pale grey
beyond a fore drop of snow white
The Sun is My Luminous Disc
playing against the water
in streaks of golden silver
& clouds of darkened flakes
The Hawk Dining Room 8:27am
The Sky in The East
is fringed low with Gold
The Sun is somewhere
behind The Grey
The Ocean is Black
marred by waves
My Day is gathered
with Me She’ll stay
The Hawk Window Seat 8:40am
The Cape Light
flanked by 2 scraggly spruce
stands out white
against a dark
& snow-filled sky
–
She alerts Me
to My Happiness
to My Security
to My Understanding
that no matter what
happens
I will be set
The Hawk Corner Room 8:15am
I see a vertical
Ray Of Hope
defusing now at the top
of bulbous clouds
and emanating downward
into pink diagonals
at The Edge
of My Silver Ocean
The Hawk Outpost 4:49pm
There’s That Beautiful Soft Light
Along The Horizon
Again
Shielding Me From Harm
While My Husband Takes A Nap
& The Cats Finish Their Supper
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:15pm
Together We watched a purple sky
as evening fell
upon Our Christmas Dinner —
on Our way back
from Barrington
to pick up an ice pack
for Her trip south
We watched, together
the cradle of The Moon
falling into
a blackened sea
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:20am
The Sky was beautiful
too intricately beautiful
to write about —
all I could do was look
at the heavy blue clouds
with faded mauve accents
and come upstairs
with Our Coffee
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Silver Line
IS
The Horizon
with illuminated clouds
above
The Sea Is Grey
& I am ready
to put the coffee
on
The Hawk Corner Room 9:30am
The Wash Of Cloud
Radiates My Silver
Along The Ocean Strip
It Moves Across
My Window View
Urging Me My Grip
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm
I am racing the clock
against sun-damaged skin
counting My Wrinkles
stretching My Chin
My Legs still look good
but there’s heft to My Waist
I’ve got A Life yet to live
I’ll observe It in haste
Joanna Gilman Hyde 