Sundown Psalm – a poem by Beth Kanell

Sundown Psalm
 
It starts in the evening. We bring the words,
find the shimmer of gold across the sky, the rose,
the whisper of a Presence just beyond the trees.
 
Remember before. Before the fruits ripened. Before
work took center stage, and evenings dwindled into
endings, mumbled farewells, wishes and wondering.
 
Let this evening be a promise: sweet dough
in a wide bowl, slow to rise, preparation for morning,
for baking, for cooling, for setting a table
 
a long slow reach of hours. Two candles, a prayer.
It starts, as always, opens, in the evening.
 

Beth Kanell lives in northeastern Vermont, with a mountain at her back and a river at her feet. Poet, novelist, historian, and memoirist, she shares her research and writing process at BethKanell.blogspot.com. Find her on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/BethKanellBooks), Twitter (https://twitter.com/BethKanell), and Medium.com.