Thie poem was written by Jack Burns for his wife 15 years ago. The lovely sunset a few weeks ago reminded him of his work and inspired him to contribute the poem to Peekskill-Cortlandt Patch. Jack's wife Dorothy died 11 years ago in March.
ABENDSCHEIN (A work in progress)
We sit in the sunset, next to the River,
The clouds over Dunderberg are dark,
Black, nearly, brilliantly red beneath.
The sky beyond the clouds is, She says,
She has always liked Abendschein.
The sun, now, in November, at sunset,
Moves inexorably toward Stony Point;
In a month it pauses,
Bounces back toward Grassy Point,
Toward Iona, toward Popolopen,
Where it pauses again, reverses.
A half-century ago, one Popolopen sunset,
I asked her to go to Inspiration Point
To count the lights on the Bridge.
Abendschein fading, the stars
Over Bear Mountain flickered alive;
The one hundred watt stars on Iona, steadier.
“We can’t see the lights on the Bridge from here,” she said.
“I’ll be damned,” I said.