Let Evening Come

I came across this poem by Jane Kenyon and really love it.

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.


Nancy said…
Words and photo so peaceful.....perfect for a Sunday afternoon as we contemplate a new week....
Brian King said…
Gorgeous shot! That's fantastic color!
A Quiet Corner said…
It never ceases to amaze me the beauty we are given by nature!...:)JP
TexWisGirl said…
really like the photo - and the poem.
Lynne said…
Beautiful . . . Absolutely . . . Photo . . . Poem . . .
Mark said…
That sunset is an award winner, beautiful, love the colors in the clouds. Really nice.
CountryDew said…
Beautiful poem and beautiful photo to go with it! Awesome to read this morning.
Daryl said…
pretty words to compliment a pretty sky
A beautiful and comforting poem and a soothing image as well. Thanks for sharing with us.
ladyfi said…
A lovely poem!
wonderful poem to accompany a beautiful setting sun!
Nancy Claeys said…
It is so important to stop and reflect -- what a lovely reminder in this poem Denise. xo

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