Sunday, November 15, 2009

Evening has come

Let Evening Come

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

-- Jane Kenyon


Elizabeth @ The Garden Window said...

Elizabeth, what type of camera do you use ? I have often wondered !
I specially love the last photo :-)

E Helena E said...

These photos and their composition/arrangement are especially beautiful with the poem.
Memory Eternal. I am sorry to hear of these losses.

Victoria said...

beautiful. thanks.