The above photo was taken from my front porch last evening as the sun set. The photos below were taken as I rode my bike to and from work this morning on a quiet Sunday morning and evening. When I came across this poem I thought it fit these photos nicely. So here it is.

Let Evening Come

By Jane Kenyon

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.


Urban Simplicity.

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