A Time for Love

When you walk out

to the brisk fall air

you feel there

like all of you is screaming

with every fibre dreaming

and that leaning

for company and a hot drink

are all

that your mind can think

of

and not of work

but of love

of things from above

of others

smothered

with goodness

as it swirls around you and howls

emphasized in every vowel

in every smile

every hug

fall is such a time for love.