If I could be lover or mother
Spheres and charms and aching arms
Holding and unfolding
I would be warmth and spring
A flooding creek and
Bells ringing, ringing, ringing
But I'm shape shifting
Feathers push from my skin
I'm trickster again
Bird of prey has moved in me
Like a splinter
Despite myself I grow thinner
Guarding my nest through
The darkened winter, winter, winter
But I'm shape shifting
Creature of change
It's me who un-veins
A-choking on tethers and weather, no
Invading my veins
Replacing my name
'Til I become you
And I'm shape shifting
