Lonesome-ly Glad

There’s something ‘bout a house at night

Wrapped timber-dark in deeper hue

Of sequin-light and boreal-blue

It makes me feel all lonesome-like

And where the dearest place on earth

Snuggles within night’s mute embrace

A tiny love-tear warms my face

To think upon life’s moil and mirth

And how its little care is borne

On living’s highway; how at night

We crave the humble-sweet delight

Of furniture, love-scarred and worn

And tea-kettle placed o’er a flame

Small hand slipping soft into mine

As Duty eases its design

Letting plush hush employ its claim

And how we crave the lamp-lit room

The chair, the book, the cup of tea

The comfort of you next to me

While overhead unfurls the plume

Of brooding mantle, midnight-mad

Gilded silverly by moonlight

There’s something ‘bout a house at night

That makes me feel lonesome-ly glad

© Janet Martin

Have you felt it while driving home at night and seeing other houses with their lights on...that lonesomely glad feeling?!