Evening Reflection

Evening Reflection

I am the spirit of seasons;

here when the trees undress,

their deciduous covering swiftly ushered away

by river currents, leaving bare remnants twisting

and groaning from thrashing autumn winds,

here when icicles glisten from a new day’s growth,

reaching from spanning bridge orifices,

their stalagmite fingers unfolding to taste

the mountain sweetness of the river’s mouth,

here when the river overflows with purpose,

her banks in flooded brilliance of spring abundance,

as the air revivifies like fresh laundry smells

of clothes cleaned, pressed and ready to be tried on again.

I am present even this day,

as the sun settles into that orange afterglow,

when the river path darkens to contrast

an etched white bridge, that inflection point of the twilight,

when your disquieted thoughts are brought to bear

in a summer offering upon the stone slab bench

of solitude and penance.

- Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting “Evening Reflection"