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