fields of gold

'catcher at the edge of the field' right away conjures an image
of a baseball field, it's that season;
but beyond that, this is a fine poem...

Thank You John Feddeler.  
Your visualization is commendable.
 Thank You for thepositive  feedback. Looks like am in good company here.  

The catcher at the edge of the field refers to the catcher in the rye, keeping his beloved andd seping of his love for them.  

 Yes it is the season. :-) welcome :-)

The Wheat Field. . .

Harvest shall come after patient endurance.  

Welcome to the Deep Side, Cold One.

The wheat field at dawn and at dusk, a vison only a few, barring the birds and the farmer get to treasure.  
 
I enjoyed my short stay here. Thank you for your welcome Ahavati.  
 
Poem is the vision of an observer sitting with his back to an old maple tree, a forest elder, and observing a keeper of his fields of gold, his progeny, his beloveds, his ripe crop, which essentially are not much different for a keeper.  
 
Good this is deep side. Deeper, the colder.  

Thank you.

:-)  
Gold is cold. And cold is comfort.

Silver is grey. Often, grey brings cold.

nice.....

welcome to The DUP.......

Thank you. Deep is the shade. For deep and shade of deep keeps it cold.

Yah....all ways "be Cool"

cold is better.

golden hues..seeping in ...the warmth. the needful love. your words light up dimming corners in me now.. welcome to du :)

Thank you. :-) welcome :-) Glad is the word to find good company, in this deep end. Also on learning of its reception at your end. Thank you.

firstly, welcome to this little corner of the interwebs. really hope you enjoy your stay...
... this is a stunning entry, the layers are complex & wonderfully interwoven.
"the catcher's beating heart
[at the edge of the field]
keeping
seeping
love"
^^^^
hold on, holden :)
i can't decide if this is unspeakably beautiful... the sense of calm that permeates your words is wonderfully crafted.
much enjoyed
~k

Thank you. Unusual warmth for a cold soul in a dark, deep and underground corner.    
   
:-)     welcome     :-)  
   
Appreciation intense, for the unravelling of the layers. Not often the  occurence with my poems. May-hap I leave too much behind my hippocampus than on the paper. Glad, you read that what was left behind in a cold place.  
   
Thanks ++ for the warmth in a cold place, a place teeming with meterorites and comets. And some comets are far luminous than others. :-)  
   
Had to add, the L2 in the quoted afterwards as leaving it out was rendering too much to render.  
   
Calm... perhaps it's associated naturally with the cold ones.  
   
Appreciation and beyond.  
   
:-)