LET EVENING COME#FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

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 the dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let evening come.Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. 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 Source: Strand & Boland, The Making of a Poem. Thanks!