Let Evening Come (Poem by Jane Kenyon)

Let Evening Come (Poem by Jane Kenyon)

Let Evening Come (Poem by Jane Kenyon)

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

I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.

3 Comments

  1. Mary Jo 3 months ago

    The beauty of evening so well represented in the lovely poem and photos. Thank you.

  2. Barbara Shapokas 3 months ago

    Are the photographs yours. Always give yourself credit as you so gracefully do…poem by…photography by…
    Much Love

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      Polly Castor 3 months ago

      Yes the photos on this blog are by me unless otherwise noted, including these. I love these two don’t you?

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