Eve Spring Bringer

And in the morning on the day before I ran with grace and fear from all the rivers, deep and swift and brown and live and strict and loving in their ways, Eve ran to me across the broken earth, sweat soaked in the dawn and bloody knuckled, and in her arms was the gift of fallen sunflowers. And as she pressed the bruis-ed stems into my hands, she so tanned and hale and bright eyed in the sun turned wild to the green away with joy, and she was gone.