Ode to an Autumn Night

This is a short poem about a beautiful autumn night I wrote last night after walking home from Osborne Village.

fall dapples
the waters of the assinaboine
in reverse
dark water, bright leaves
perfect calm
middle of the bridge

trees are every colour
lit by streetlight
afire of orange, yellow
red and brown
breathing in
mysterious night

glorious decay
life giving into itself
for another season
changes in the stars
as Earth
prepares to sleep