Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: outdoors

ALL-OUT HUMAN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:05pm

I watched a society

of starlings

pecking in My Front Yard

while I realized

I am limiting My SELF

with this Second Coming of Christ

notion

and a white vehicle

drove past and scared

the birds away

PICTURE WINDOW

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

FIRST NIGHT

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

COLOUR ME SILVER

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

SUNDAY MORNING 2

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

LISTEN

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

ENDLESS WINTER

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

SNOW LINE

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

 

SPRING?

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

EVENING ON THE HAWK 2

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