In a Field Forgotten
In a spring kissed field with clipped wings, feet are tied
Never to display beauty and appeal where all men ride
As golden wheat field conceals my broken appendage and sheds
Forgotten as the seasons pass then slowly morsel fed
Imposing vulnerable disintegrating reds, oranges, browns
Embedding in my coils, nests of tendrils, leaves wearing down
Leathery cracks stain and smell of mold sun kissed rain
Dark green velvet moss conceals my frame
Friable distant by fate a hostelry
Obliging nature's creatures haven
Restfully sounds without words
Garment bent in the undergrowth
Orchard grass and wearing morning equally lay
The roads to diverge a wood hidden away
Traveled by unruly Sun that never stops and seasons run
Evanescent fleeting images through windows wind you call on me and make fun
Nature's changing course untrimmed I am meant to stay
6/17/206
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