Wednesday 25 December 2019

long night moon

by Jill Crainshaw

i wonder
as i wander

if the owl that once in a blue moon sat
on the reformed church-eave next door
will weather a damp december eve
to wait with me and the tiny terrier for
the sleeping beauty of this solstice night
to lift her yellow-gold head up from
a wintry horizon to cast her spell
one more time upon weary waiting eyes

i wonder
as i wander

if the advent moon will whisper-sing
through vulnerable arms of unclothed trees
she who full and overflowing has
poured out light like wildflower
honey over purple mountaintops
and spilled silver tears onto
too-new burial places

i wonder
as i wander

if the owl will call out
across midwinter cedar tops—
in praise of star-fall and
long night moon
as the tiny terrier
throws her head back
and howls and howls

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Jill Crainshaw is a professor at Wake Forest University School of Divinity in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. She enjoys exploring how words give voice to unexpected ideas, insights and visions.


  1. Reading it aloud brings me a visual and audio serenity. Puts me in a sort of spell, in fact.