Eli Kollman

Fields of foxgloves up and down the hills

Wind churns the sun burns

and changes how I feel

I been through and through this valley

Many time before

Seen naked trees torn limb from leaf  

When winter leaves them all dry and poor

But meadow walks through summer stalks

And heat upon my skin

seen many fields turn to the wind 

And in time he born bright again

Fields of foxgloves all up and down the hills

Many times they’ve up and died then taught me how to heal 

Valley to the mountain but in between they all lie still 

I ain’t sure of much but when winters up

The foxgloves line the fields 

Each step I take I take knowing you take it too

Each tender kiss I leave, I leave knowing

The last one was true

Seasons shame my shelter walls each rainy night my roof holds its own

My fears flood this broken hut and I shrink thinking on how I’ve grown 

Let’s wait for spring to see the fields all dance in their time

To move through the moments, mend memories and hold your hand in mine 

Fields of foxgloves all up and down the hills

Many times they’ve up and died then taught me how to heal 

Valley to the mountain but in between they all lie still 

I ain’t sure of much but when winters up

The foxgloves line the fields