Listen to silent barn; cattle chores
finished when farmer turns out light
as darkness falls.
Listen to busy crickets, fiddle
incessantly from damp ditch grass
as darkness falls.
Listen to tall corn grow, stretching
and squeaking to whorled height
as darkness falls.
Listen to lightning bug wings
chirr while rising to spark new mate
as darkness falls.
Listen to killdeer warn their
nestlings to huddle in feather bed
as darkness falls.
Listen to far stars, singing ancient
alien lullaby with grandmother moon
as darkness falls.
A pastoral poem in six tercets, patterned after Jane Kenyon’s “Let Evening Come” and linked to Kim’s mini challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
a poem in my pocket 
Jul 29, 2019 @ 18:40:47
Nice! And my dad always said, after a rain you could hear the corn grow. Cheers!
Jul 29, 2019 @ 19:18:40
Love it! Cheers and thanks for your comment, Yvonne 🙂
Jul 28, 2019 @ 05:52:39
A lovely lullaby of nature’s music.
Jul 28, 2019 @ 06:17:26
Thank you!
Jul 28, 2019 @ 03:16:21
That is something most people forget to do these days, listen as darkness falls. The repetition of ‘listen’ is so effective in your poem, Lynn, like a gentle admonition to shush and pay attention to the beauty of the evening. I like that it starts when the day’s work is over, the farmer’s life in tune with the natural cycle, and the song of the crickets; and the idea of listening to tall corn grow. You’ve included a plethora of quiet sounds that one must concentrate on and focus the reader on the beauty of nightfall.
Jul 28, 2019 @ 06:19:57
Thank you, Kim, for your inspiring challenge and thoughtful review of my poem. I appreciate your comments here.
Jul 28, 2019 @ 00:55:54
Nightfall is the most beautiful but saddest times of the day. What a great poem you have written to illustrate that.
Jul 28, 2019 @ 06:20:28
You got it…thanks!
Jul 27, 2019 @ 22:39:31
Wonderful, especially your closing stanza!
Jul 28, 2019 @ 06:21:02
Thank you, Sherry 🙂
Jul 27, 2019 @ 21:23:44
I love your ‘noisy’ surroundings, Lynn. Even the killdeer who has a whistle I would not hear though, we don’t have them here or around where I grew up. They all belong.
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Jul 28, 2019 @ 06:22:53
Yes, it’s amazing any of us sleep with all the noise 😉
Jul 27, 2019 @ 21:01:39
Beautiful! It really makes me ashamed when we say we are “bored”. It truly is a lack of imagination, curiosity, and simple appreciation.
Jul 27, 2019 @ 21:15:35
So true, Margaret! Thanks for commenting.
Jul 27, 2019 @ 20:02:21
My favorite “listen” … the corn growing tall!!
Jul 27, 2019 @ 21:16:32
Yes, sometimes farmers say you can hear the corn grow and I think it may be true!
Jul 27, 2019 @ 19:03:52
Oh! This is truly lovely. All of the listens…the corn growing, the alien songs of the stars. This is my most favorite of all you have written. I am going to sit on my back porch with this awhile.
Jul 27, 2019 @ 21:18:37
Thanks for your kind comments, Toni. I’m pleased to hear you’re enjoying it on the back porch 🙂
Jul 27, 2019 @ 18:52:17
kaykuala
So much that is due to happen when evening falls but yet we take it for granted without batting an eyelid to all the goodness. Well-referenced lynn!
Hank
Jul 27, 2019 @ 21:19:16
Glad you liked it, Hank! Thanks for stopping by.