Connie Pachecho Poet Villanelle

Eve Dresses the Night To Dawn's Scorn

Eve dresses the night to Dawn's scorn



At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Watching over the night waiting for her turn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone

Moon and stars dance to night's drawn
Eve's presence causing a slow burn
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn

Eve swims the night pond like a pretty swan
To churning eyes a hearts a spurn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone

Moon and stars a romancing is spawn
Eve is in the middle like a rose to a fern
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn

Raindrops and dew spread over Eve's a fawn
To spurning eyes a hearts a churn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone

First break of daylight gives Eve's a yawn
Dawn's presence causing a slow burn
At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn
Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone


connie pachecho

1/9/17

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