Eve

By Sarah Henderson

Carols and slow breaths

Bounce up from the cobblestones. 

They settle with the 

Silent fall of snow. 

Every sash window is a 

Cross-stitched forest scene:

Green and golden intertwined. 

Feline dreams mingle

With soft evening aromas. 

Pass me a paw and we shall 

Break the wishbone. 

Fingers sticky from hot nectarines,

Anticipation on our lips.

In the eye of a spiced wine whirlpool,

Glassy like a snow globe heart,

I stare deep and think of you. 

Illustration by Adeline Zhao