More Precious Than Money

we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through

Field Colleague

we share a moment
then take off
to our work

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

The Work Of Faith

grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day

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

186,000 Miles Each Second

in every grey day
light is always at work
moving towards a breakthough


the old barn
is history’s house
home of every season’s work


scurry and hurry of gathering
savor the warmth of the sun

Eager to Work

stalled by a cold snap
the red rake
by the arbor waits