Patricia Cresswell Poet Haiku

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

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John Fleming October 18, 2017 at 2:17 PM I really do like this, Patricia...conjures up endless amounts of cozy images -- beautiful poetry! Your good friend. :) john John Fleming October 19, 2017 at 8:45 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 October 18, 2017 at 3:06 PM I am honoured that you like my poem. Does it tempt you to try Haiku.

Line Gauthier October 15, 2017 at 8:51 PM Loved all the subtle imagery you conjured up. Great poem. Patricia Cresswell October 15, 2017 at 9:54 PM Thank you.

Dale Gregory Cozart October 15, 2017 at 3:04 PM This is gorgeous! I love everything about Wuthering Heights and you captured it all perfectly! Patricia Cresswell October 15, 2017 at 9:55 PM Me too. thank you.

Barry Stebbings October 15, 2017 at 2:10 PM Beautifully evocative piece about an ancient abbey. I particularly like the first haiku that leads into the poem. // Barry Patricia Cresswell October 15, 2017 at 9:58 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.