The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
Beneath the woven stippling
of cloud
shimmering Silver
greets My Day
I see cross-hatches of Light
above My Horizon
and glittering grey
below
I know
Our World
and I know
Our Life
The Hawk Point Road 5:22pm
His Tall Elegance
Contemplates The Marsh
At The Side Of Hawk Point Road
Where I’m Pulled Over In My Car
To Watch Him Feed In The Evening Light
While I Get Out A Pen
To Write On A Paper Napkin
From My Purse
The Hawk Outpost 9:38am
Good Morning, Silver
Of My Heart
You Speak To Me
And Mould My Art
You Fill Me Up
With Your Glitter Fine
And Allow The Day
To Be All Mine
The Hawk Outpost 5:07pm
Cumulus Clouds Line
My View
From My Kitchen Outpost
Off To The North East
They Rise Like
Ridges Of Ice Cream
I Have Only
To Place 3 Cherries
On Top
The Hawk Outpost 10:59am
Oh Watery Sky
how You fill Me
with Delight
and You, Silver
stretched out
along The Sea
please be kind
to Me for My Love
We share
and I will always be
obliged to You
The Hawk Kitchen 6:25pm
Oh! Did I startle Him —
that Miracle of Life
singing so heartily
from His top branch
of scrub spruce — ?
The Hawk Portico 5:03pm
I thrive on The Sounds
of The Birds
especially when I hear
nothing else
but the not-so-far-off shore
of Hawk Inlet
I am released
of all other
concerns
I live through the countless calls
of Avian Wildlife
singing into My Cells
regenerating
My Issuance
of Life
The Hawk Portico 4:08pm
I have sung a song
of birdsong
with the splutter of The Grackle
the warble of The Flicker
the squawk of The Jay —
numerous calls go unidentified
but are backed up
by The Willet, Crow and Gull
All to My Hamlet
by My Favourite Sea
where I live out My Rhythm
with The Little Chickadee
The Hawk Outpost 9:41am
I am standing in The Light
of Our Decorated Star
squinting My Eyes
against Its Brightness
The Glass Door is open
not to let Me out
but to let The Song
of The Morning Birds
Culminate
The Hawk Dining Room NOON
The Liquid Silver Off The Breakers
Before They Break
Holds My Eye
In Mid-sentence
Holds My Heart
In Sublime Suspense
Joanna Gilman Hyde 