Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Sunset


Eye wake before the sun is up

I go to bed before it’s down —

am I following the path of light

or is it following Me?


The Hawk West Desk Window 9:19pm

I hate to close the shade

on the last remnants of sunset

but I can hear The Waves

through the bathroom window

and so all is well

with Me.


The Hawk West Desk Window 7:44pm

Hark — there’s a Silver Streak

along the Western Horizon

of My Evening View

I am rewarded

from a day of grey

to the embarkment

of broken cloud

and layered sun



The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm

I can watch The Sun go down

in The West

over prehistoric islands

then I can watch It rise

in The East

over My Favourite



The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:13pm

I went to sleep

how many nights?

in My Summer Child’s Room

in Jordan Bay, Nova Scotia

the oldest child of a single mother

from the sixties —

in that little room at the head of the stairs

I saw The Sun against

My Far Wall

and  I tried to close the curtains

but The Light came in

anyway and I

went to sleep


The Hawk West Desk Window 8:25pm

The Sun Is Silver

Beaming Out From A Ridge Of Cloud

Lining The Sky With One

Elongated Ray

Before It Sets

Into The Spray Of Islands


Beep Beep

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm

There’s a purple cloud

out there now

with The Peepers going

It’s a scene, Man

A Scene


I Love It


The Hawk West Desk Window 7:04pm

I Lift The Shade

From My Husband’s Nap

To Check The Progress

Of The Sun — It

Lays Out Her Silver

Upon The Bay

An Hour Before The Set

We’ll Watch


The Hawk West Desk Window 7:52pm

I have watched The Sun

born out from under a ridge

of grey cloud —

a colour I want to call

purple —

into the clear light

between, now, the upper ridge

and a lower bank

where The Sun burns

Its way down, a molten sphere

into a bottom line of ocean islands

I want to call grey


The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm

Out My Eastward Kitchen View

I See The Moon, Almost Full

Completed By its Halo

Glowing Through The Deep Blue

Of Sky & Water

Out My West

I Catch The Berry Pink

Of One Side Of The Sunset

As I Write

Before Re-checking

My Lunar Scape

& Finding There

The Ocean

Set Apart

By Its Dark, Even Sheen