The Visit by Jane Kenyon

Those nights when someone held me in my sleep, when I no longer had to go to bed alone: they’ll come again. You’ll find me soon enough.

The Visit
Jane Kenyon

The talkative guest has gone,
and we sit in the yard
saying nothing. The slender moon
comes over the peak of the barn.

The air is damp, and dense
with the scent of honeysuckle…
The last clever story has been told
and answered with laughter.

With my sleeping self I met
my obligations, but now I am aware
of the silence, and your affection,
and the delicate sadness of dusk.

You might also like these:

Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon Otherwise by Jane Kenyon The Shirt by Jane Kenyon Portrait of a Figure near Water by Jane Kenyon The Blue Bowl by Jane Kenyon