ENOUGH

(From down the road the other evening on a walk)

Out of the scurry of the days

A place of late sunlight, and the sky

Swimming into blue unclouded;

The trees held in a bonfire of the last sun.

Enough to wait here by the wood’s edge

And let the things still hurrying to be done

Fall silent, as the first stars

Vague the orange of the far-off west.

~Kenneth Steven