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