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.