grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day
Honest Labor
on the land
in the elements
for the Good
Hay the Field
rites
of summer
field work and sunshine
Verdant
so many
shades of green
so few names
They Never Mind
a floating snow
that drifts about
and never settles down
Sighs in the Hay
inside the barn
contentment rested
as it stormed outside
Summer Surrounded
season change
maple frames
the baled hay
Fitting In
square hole
round peg
proportion is all
Sweet Feed
making hay
in the afternoon sun
sweetens the feed
Old Fashioned
considered square
these old time rectangles
are far more picturesque
than newfangled marshmallows
From Field To Barn
each bale contains
a cycle of seasons
the circle of life
Good Fortune
the hard frost delayed
more time to make hay
Hay Bales
Packages of summer
destined for the barn
nourishment in winter
Put the garden to bed
With a blanket of hay
the garden is tucked in for the winter,
snug as a bug.