The Gold Frame

Framing the cold soil underneath
It sits upon the ground near here
The grass has grown around its sides
Sheltering it from things it fears
And though the frost has many times
Covered it in icy showers
Its fragile glass has yet to break
And scatter through its force and power.
The gold frame lies beyond the trees
Just under that small gorse bush there
And it will stay here undisturbed
Through winter, summer, it will not care
For it has lived through times of woe
And it can surely survive now
This gold frame is so out of place
And yet I cannot describe how.