Evolution

This year

I have become 

a different kind 

of beautiful 

it is my way

to alter with 

the hour

to drape the night

over me 

like a cloak

to pin

stars in my hair

to let the stream

course over me 

like a torrent 

of silk

belted with the 

husks of corn

braided together 

and to make 

masks 

using fleece 

and river stones 

and the fur

of the fox 

so that every time

you look at me 

I am made 

new again

like the first 

breath

of the dawn

or the last

exhalation 

of the sun’s 

departure.