Let Evening Come

This is what I wear that day.. It was a late afternoon, me and little sweetie were waiting for the boys playing. We spent time watching the sun moved down. The sunlight touched us gently while it gradually disappeared from our sights. Every moment looked magical, and showing us the nature's pure love.. As the sunlight slowly went away, the moon started to peek. So, it's time for us to go home and 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, “Let Evening Come” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 2005 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon. Source: Let Evening Come: Poems (Graywolf Press, 1990)

Outfit details: striped pashmina unbranded blouse vintage denim skirt patterned socks jelly shoes
unbranded brown purse *Pictures by Lady Elmas
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