Walking across a barren sunflower field 

Yellow as far as the eye can see

Ironically, no sun

Searching and searching

Still, no sun

Before there’s time to search once more

in a matter of seconds

The cold creeps behind like a rodent in the night

Faster than a flicker,

Snatching the last bits of comfort once present

Grabbing and reaching at all that remains

The frigid winds engulf and take over

Knees give in

Dropping to the dirt below

Shivering in the cold air

Looking around for something, anything

But there is nothing left to be done

Now, hearing a distinct hum

Swerving from flower to flower

Listening to the buzzing of bees

The chirps of birds

The croaks of frogs

The skitter of bugs on nearby logs

Deer run alongside the breeze 

Petals sway in the wind

Leaves dip below trees

Feeling the soft sunflowers below 

Surrounded by that warm, yellow glow

All the inhabitants of this field 

Populating the barren

Indulging in the warmth

That is the life of this field

I do nothing 

but bask in it.