Dull, cold, shapeless
Immense heat, the refiner’s fire
Dross lifted, poured out
Splendor
Dry, leathery, devoid of color
Sleeping, waiting
Shivering
Breaking thru
Spellbinding color
Supple and fresh
Dazzling spectacle
A prisoner, shackled
Darkness, dread
Shameful regret
Silent screaming
Arms wide open
Listening, waiting
Running towards rest
Breathe of life
Beauty from ashes
Stitch Bitch 