[inspired by a prompt from Weekend Wordsmith]
Just because you put it on your bed does not make it a quilt. It is just a coverlet unless the layers are sewn or tied together.
A Living Patchwork Quilt
Nature selected the various shades,
all tones of green and brown and tan.
A patchwork of pattern that glows and then fades
with seasonal shifts in the habits of man.
When fields were first plowed there was nary a plan
for the artwork result that we see overhead.
The quilting was done by the kin of each clan,
as they eked out a living from dawn until bed.
The years of the sons and the daughters were thread,
stitching together the heart of this place,
'til one day the call of the cities instead
left fewer on farms to continue to face
that with rain there is growth and with drought there is death.
Farm-folk stitch on with their every breath.