I appear in a field, but I am not a food crop. You might see me in clothing.

Golden, comforting, ominous, profound; In excess, I can be heavy and loud. Where people are less, I am more likely to be found.

Course, medium, and fine; marking the passage of time; I wear, polish, and grind.

I'm a name of a band a wolf dies by my hand a muddy horse, a fast snail who am I in this fanciful tale?

I have a deep red glow, but I do not have a place for me to go. I am often seen in the dark night sky, flying up and up until I die.