each season
requests
particulars of labor
Let There Be No Waste Silage Awaits
Flower Farm
bees and butterflies
work the fields
beauty is the harvest
Love’s Labor
tools
of tending and caring
await their service
Protected by the Labors of Care
piles of wood
wheel barrels of apples
surrounded by the harvest’s securities
Bee At Work
in the duty
of labor lies
the virtue of purpose
Time’s Labor
clouds and sun
snow’s toe hold of cold
all cultivating spring
Found
when work is joy
your calling is found
Harvest
one petal at a time
in the soft September sun
the bee labors in love
Respect
a freshly mown field
honors the old barn
Retired Workers
Rust may diminish their substance
but their labor has shaped
the land on which they rest.
Fields
The fields form a patchwork quilt,
a growing green cover that reaches from the river bank to the mountains.
Tied together with labor and nurture for the purpose of sustenance.