Illuminations

(this is an excerpt from a poem I drafted over a month ago. Good way to round out the month of June--with writing to spare--):

The river was slate
that October day.
Sodden leaf clumps
clung to water's edge
before slipping heavy and
unremarked
toward the bay.
You asked me something and I--
having cautiously thought of it before--
agreed. You took my hand,
I remember, and we crossed
a sand-colored bridge, drizzle
like sparse pinpricks on our faces
in the cold and grey. I remember
the white walls of your
narrow walkup, your minuscule
room, the clean air
as the rain slowed, how things
brightened like peeled and sectioned
oranges.