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 
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