Poem for Evening

Looking through one of my old journals in which, long ago, I copied poems I like, I found this one. It makes me feel peaceful, so I'm going to share it in hopes it will inspire a similar feeling in my dear readers.

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 (1947-1995)

Isn't that beautiful? Makes me want to brew a cup of hot herbal tea, sit in my favorite chair, get out my stiching, and let evening come.