Night Wanderlust
footfalls …
house to darkened house
unhurried, muffled footfalls echo,
passing lampposts shedding gold …
pool of gold …
pool of gold …
wife's hand in mine like long ago,
yes, long ago,
serene, calm dark inviting thought,
sweet memories of younger love--
we pause,
not showered by cascading gold,
we kiss,
two shadows melding, no one sees
but moon aloft in velvet sky,
broad, lofty oak limbs filtering
pale-bright moonbeams washing down,
moonlight dripping limb to branch
to naked autumn limb and branch,
crisscrossed shadows tiling
this spot we kiss
a moon-mosaic
and then we wander,
homeward wander …
pool of gold …
pool of gold …
spirits tranquil as the dark
stillness stirring reveries
while, house to darkened house,
unhurried footfalls follow.
November 17, 2022
Beauty of Night Poetry Contest
Sotto Poet, sponsor
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