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.