The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Fridge Art I Spy

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Can you find:
1. Two Capital A's
2. A Baby in a Manger
3. A Chalice with a Cross
4. Benedict XVI (x2)
5. Two Hearts

Play along - take a picture of your refrigerator door as it is right now (don't clean it up!) and then list at least 5 things for the blog readers to find. Then, tag some blogging friends and ask them to play along - linking to the one who tagged you. If you don't play, nothing bad will happen, at least I don't think it will..... ;-) Even if you aren't tagged, please feel free to play along.

I tag - Barbara at Praying for Grace, Sarah at Snoring Scholar, Crystal at This is Our Life,

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Barbara said…
I couldn't find the second pope and I'm guessing the second heart is inside the sweet little baby on the ultrasound! Good one James, I'll get on it. The fridge front is packed!
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