we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through
Tag: work
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
Painted Heron
early morning
old master work
on the marsh
Honest Labor
on the land
in the elements
for the Good
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
Dwelling
the old barn
is history’s house
home of every season’s work
Considerations
scurry and hurry of gathering
or
savor the warmth of the sun
Eager to Work
stalled by a cold snap
the red rake
by the arbor waits
Practice
the field mowed in circles
a meditation on fall
Excursion
The air is as brisk as it is blue.
The work to reach the rise is well worth the view.
