Rachael
Slipper time
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.
Rachael
Slipper time
Joanne
Evening reflections
'LET THE LIGHT OF LATE AFTERNOON' . . . Let evening come.
Rosemary
Evening rhubarb
A lovely golden light from the setting sun on the rhubarb.
Joan
Dew on abandoned hoe
After a heavy shower, the evening heavy dew shows off some beautiful colored rocks that we have collected for our yard on many trips exploring the desert.
Terry
A stitch 'just in time'
Catching the late evening light for those last important stitches.
Jacqui
Evening glow
Noreen takes on an evening flush as she celebrates her three score snd ten.
Margot
Harold
Late afternoon
I have taken umpteen photos of bottles in ditches and don't like any of them. On one of the few days with any sunshine I managed a shot through chinks in the trees as there is a distinct shortage of barns nearby.