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Longest Night

longest night

greyed crumbling walls
housed holy monks in rising song
now only sparrows sing

moor brown winter dry
Kathy searches for Heathcliff
ponies huddle in ruins

ancient spirits
walk hill path pilgrimages
stars watch impassive

white ladies maidens
float above in tower halls 
mice gather wheat seeds

wuthering winds pry
tightly shuttered windows hold 
fox yips hound sleeps on

fill the hearth higher
gather for tales softly told
owls screech wisdom

whisper blessed words
drape the magic greenery round
soon night ends larks sing

Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017

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John Fleming Date: 10/18/2017 2:17:00 PM I really do like this, Patricia...conjures up endless amounts of cozy images -- beautiful poetry! Your good friend. :) john Login to Reply John Fleming Date: 10/19/2017 8:45:00 AM Hhmmm...not yet. But I am getting more and more interested in the Chinese style of poetic writings. Maybe I will have a little dabble at it? :) Patricia Cresswell Date: 10/18/2017 3:06:00 PM I am honoured that you like my poem. Does it tempt you to try Haiku.

Line Gauthier Date: 10/15/2017 8:51:00 PM Loved all the subtle imagery you conjured up. Great poem. Login to Reply Patricia Cresswell Date: 10/15/2017 9:54:00 PM Thank you.

Dale Gregory Cozart Date: 10/15/2017 3:04:00 PM This is gorgeous! I love everything about Wuthering Heights and you captured it all perfectly! Login to Reply Patricia Cresswell Date: 10/15/2017 9:55:00 PM Me too. thank you.

Barry Stebbings Date: 10/15/2017 2:10:00 PM Beautifully evocative piece about an ancient abbey. I particularly like the first haiku that leads into the poem. // Barry Login to Reply Patricia Cresswell Date: 10/15/2017 9:58:00 PM I thank you for your attention to my poem. After I wrote the first it seemed s if I could not stop tis morning.