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 the 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