we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through
Final Harvest
autumn sun
a singular hum
of work being done
Field Colleague
Work And Play
between wood stackings
we put paddles in the water
time is our friend
Flower Farm
bees and butterflies
work the fields
beauty is the harvest
Fall Preparations
room in the cheeks
room in the stash house
work to be done
Quiet Roar Of The Eastern Tiger
she carries
pollen on her back
and creation on her wings
Winter Work
weary
old man winter
rests upon the bench
The Work Of Faith
grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day
Bee Boxes
hives stir
as the river melts
quiet workings of spring