Naked in the Field


You stand naked in the field all winter long
Shaking in the cold, swaying with the wind
Your old bones creaking and snapping
Occasionally offered a fluffy white robe to
cover yourself

The season is changing, Spring is moving in
Put on your chartreuse sequins, cover your nudity
Soak up the sun and warm your frozen limbs
Spread your arms to welcome back the nesting birds,
the lovers that kneel beneath you in secrecy
Stand alone no longer exposed to the countryside

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