This October Night
The river was black glass tonight.
The full moon glowed from that still dark.
Gold leaves scattered on the water’s skin
Shone like jewels in Tiffany’s or Cartier’s.
I crossed the bridge and crossed again.
Whatever caught my eye, my heart took hold.
October’s gold is with me still.
I have known other nights of water,
Moonlight, and fallen leaves.
But none more magical than this.
None more filled with mystery and grace.
Copyright © 2003 Margaret Robison
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