Fields of Gold

The fallow fields are to the south

This time of year

The fields closest to the farm

And farthest from the hills

When the farms are gone

The fields stay for awhile

Before the pine and aspen grow

I walk there sometimes

Those fields left to yarrow

And dandelions

All the more beautiful

For the briefness of their fierce embrace

Of colour

Of living

IMG_2255These are the fields I remember, long after they have passed

I think a lot about the changing face of the land around me. It is always beautiful.


If you’d like to see some more colour, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here.

 

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