The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
The Day Looks Much Like
A Day In Early Spring:
Snow Banks Lined With Slush
Over Ground Sodden
Beneath The Blowing Fog
Of Yester-year
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:55pm
Deer Trio Out Back
Stealthily Graze Well-marked Path
I Join Transfixed Cats
*title by WHB
The Hawk Window Seat 3:55pm
I have My Sunglasses on
to view the two different states
of water out My Bedroom Window:
The Hawk Inlet
— inner side of The Cape’s strip of sand and dune —
is a calm sheen this afternoon
while out beyond the ocean roils
and that is what I hear
amidst The Sun’s Power
over Both
The Hawk Portico Steps 1:38pm
Today I eat My Home Made Toast
out by a fading snow drift
I listen to the familiar surf
out past the thawing Cape
The Single Call of a nearby Crow
invites Me to This Feast
of My Outside Hour:
I Drink
The Hawk Window Seat 10:44am
Today I stuck My Head out
the sliding glass door
of My Kitchen
to hear The Chorus
of clamouring Jays
ushering in
The Promise
of a New Spring
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm
The Evening Clouds
Are Heavy Silver
— everything comes to silver —
Moving From The Still-luminous West
Overhead As I Sit On The End
Of My Tomato-Coloured Couch
Savouring The Portrait
I Am Making
Of My Sky
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
My Word! I have caught a glimpse
of Silver Streaks
out on the grey ocean breaking
the colour of the new snow sky
— They were very brief — The Streaks
but I saw Them
& They glinted
for Our Second Cup
of Coffee
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
Iron Blue Ocean
fortifies with another
year under My Belt
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
This First New Year’s Eve
for My “of age” Daughter
saw Her donning black stockings
in the back of My Ford Fusion
& tripping out to Her Fete (circumflex)
in Italian pressed leather heels
from Her Mother’s 1984
The Tomato-coloured couch 4:35pm
ignite match for Ray
light candle right-handed –blow–
plume at left shoulder
Joanna Gilman Hyde 