start of the day bright early
rubbing eyes weary
another ten twelve hours until
I can stand over you sleeping so
nice fair angelic peaceful
dear , my dearest, I think of you
while in the field toiling
under the hot sun
you are in my mind
like hunger
never satiated
in my blood boiling
rising my heat to finish
return to our bed
where I might again touch your
silken hair blush your cheek
brush the back of your
elbow
kiss your lips
work is but my hell
I have heaven awaiting
growing  more golden
more rewarding more
peace on earth
I have no need for
more