The Hawk West Desk Window 10:14am
The Cape has turned moss green
overnight
I gaze out across
Its growth of dunes
serene against the overcast sky
inlet tide — the rich grey
of My Husband’s Hair
while He’s in The Tub
The Hawk Outpost 11:15am
The Hawk Outpost
offers a thin blue sky
to The North East
the promise of sun
while a solitary Grackle
pecks at the lawn
with His Brilliant Teal Head
— Oh — There’s Another One!
The Hawk Outpost 8:15pm
I looked from The Sky’s wispy clouds
threading overhead
to last year’s bamboo crop
the colour of This Year’s Fawn
Who emerged from new shoots
like magic
to test The Neighbour’s Offering
of a scoop of grain
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
Ocean Breathes WHOOSH…WHOOSH
I Hold My Breath…Let It Out
Ocean Breathes For Me
The Hawk Outpost 6:46pm
The Clouds Tonight
look like The Face
of Jupiter
undulating as They do
like waves
on an incoming shore
variations of grey & blue
hover over
My Yard
where Our Biggest Cat
Astro
sits to listen
to The Birds of Evening
while The Sky sits
above
The Hawk Glass Table 3:00pm
Clear Squawk Of The Jay
Calls Me To My Infancy
His Nestlings Are Safe?
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:00am
Last Night I Went To Sleep
Under The Flash Of Our Light House
pulsating every five seconds
–
To Wake This Morning
To Our Sun Over
The Crest Of Ocean
infinitely scattered
The Hawk Kitchen NOON
Handsome Jay Atop
Weathered Newel Post Just For Me
Deepest Close-up Blues
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:25pm
We’re down to one feeble
peeper
in The Muskrat Pond
Do all the rest
have mates?
Or having given up on His Own
is He calling over
to another
bog?
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
This is what I should
be doing —
sitting in The Sun
in The Quiet of
My Life
listening to The Birds
& deciding
what to
write
–
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:53pm
I sit in a shaft
of Sunlight
journal on My Lap
ready to write
& I can write only
that I am in Love —
I Am In Love
With Life
Joanna Gilman Hyde 