Evening in Eden

In the garden I steal the warmth of the rays

The sunlight enveloping me in its yellow gaze.

My skin tingles from the illuminating flare

as I close my eyes and

surrender to its radiant glare.

In the garden I hear the creatures’ greeting:

the chirps, the rustles, the croaks,

their whispers fill the heavenly air.

I envy the delicate petals that have

opened wide to the beaming sky,

so vibrantly portraying nature’s guise.

I walk through the land,

toes and hands learning

what it is to be nature and man.

My shadow follows me closely,

waiting to mimic my misstep,

denying me a chance to forget.

In the garden I call myself Eve.

Made from the rib: beautiful, sinful, redeemed.