Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn.
Let evening come.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down.
Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid.
God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.
from Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon
Beautiful photos! One can get lost just staring at leaves and the patterns...
Posted by: linda | December 18, 2009 at 12:10 AM
Beautiful.
All I have to do is look at these and I am transported home - it's all about coloured leaves for me. I am a sucker for them.
sigh!
Posted by: megg | December 21, 2009 at 09:35 AM