I Love You Octoberly
I want you to know
That I love you more
Than all of my Octobers
Which is not to say
There are a lot of them
Even though there are
But what I mean is
I love you more warmly
Than hot cinnamon apple cider
On a brisk autumn morning
When I can just see my breath
I love you more festively
Than pumpkins, gourds
And Indian corn
Decorating a porch
I love you more crisply
Than the crunch of brown
And red and yellow leaves
Underneath my boots
But most of all
I love you more deeply
Than the good candies
I keep digging for
All the way down
To the bottom of the pillowcase
During the long walk home
At the end of the night
After all of the front stoops
Have gone dark.
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