Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Jane Kenyon

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. ................. Excerpt; Jane Kenyon

How long the winter has lasted - like a Mahler symphony, or an hour in the dentist's chair. In the fields the grasses are matted and gray, making me think of June, when hay and vetch burgeon in the heat, and warm rain swells the globed buds of the peony .................................... The wind is keen coming over the ice; it carries the sound of breaking grass. And the sun, bright but not warm, has gone behind the hill. Chill, or the fear of chill, sends me hurrying home. Excerpt" "Walking Alone in late Winter" ~ Jane Kenyon

There comes a little space between the south side of a boulder and the snow that fills the woods around it. Sun heats the stone, revels a crescent of bare ground: brown ferns, and a tufts of needles like red hair, acorns, a patch of moss, bright green....... I sank with every step up to my knees, throwing myself forward with a violence of effort, greedy for unhappiness-- until by accident I found the stone, with its secret porch of heat and light, where something small could luxuriate, then turned back down my path, chastened and calm. "Depression in Winter" ~ Jane Kenyon

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. Excerpt: "Let the evening come" ~ Jane Kenyon