Autumn Walks

The last two in the woods we walked
lost between fallen trees bracken clearings
horns and beak of a split stump
hands gripped to balance over mud

In the grey room we sat stared
over traffic to another stormcloud
folded hands together we moved
closer eyes reflecting eyes closer.

Through spiralling litter walked
on glass to the bus shelter we
were wrapped in soaked cotton
coats breathing steam between hoods.

We cuddled on the sofa as twigs
were ripped from trees across the road
hit windscreens crispbags whipped
past the window where we kissed.