Jennifer Opean

Eve / Creations Sonnet / Logos

Eve Tangled vines Enshrouding breezes Cool with dew drenched berries, The morning’s glory Slipping through The lingering summer stars, To touch the face That every child Forgets upon awakening But longs for In our lonely days The mother who was ours. Golden, scarlet Midnight sun Wellspring of all beauties, She who was And then was […]