Collection

Tarnished
This dead rose
And forlorn 
In sorrow

Aged
And hollow
Yet bright
In the tallow

Citrine
Serpentine
Opaline
Ametrine

And stones of darkness
Garnet teardrops
Snowflake obsidian
Smoky quartz

But the browned rose
Knows its own death
So well
It glows

Amongst the collection of stones

Cast the circle outward
Then back into itself
I drink in the darkness
I eat the hearts of stones

Shifting

I.
Oaken mold of trees
Blood to rotting roots 
Baying on the ridgeline
She-wolf hides her skins

Skulking peeking cautious
Takes on human form
Changes with the moon
Seeking fresher carcass

II.
Bred into the soil
And bones bereaved of love
A skeleton of winter
And icicle drips

Lofty slopes
Her lair is dug 
Where trembling saplings
Plead for sun

Darkness here
This Stygian wild
Fed from grief
And the trickling springs

III.
Weress woman
Hides her skins 
The deepest trunk
Of the eldest tree

She dons them again
On New Moon
Just reclaimed 
From balsamic

And so the cycle 
Meager existence
Mountain heart
Crevasse bound