The Seasons: A Poem

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

Our Jesse Tree

Two years ago Nicole and some friends of hers got together to work on a Jesse Tree ornament swap. Nicole made 28 flaming furnaces and each friend made 28 of their assigned ornament. We neglected to set up our Jesse Tree last year but this year we are making a huge effort to make Advent more meaningful.

The ornaments that the women made were awesome so I thought I'd try to share them with you as we wander our way through Advent.


This is our lowly Jesse Tree (actually a Dogwood branch - pretty cool) at the beginning of Advent. Please disregard the messy counter and sink, hey, we're still preparing, you know, making straight the paths...and counters!

For those of you not familiar with the Jesse Tree, here are some great links:

Directions and History, Ornament Swap Idea, Bible Readings for Each Day, Jesse Tree Kit

Comments

Patience said…
What a great idea! I love reading this blog. It gives me lots of inspiration for living the Catholic faith with my kids.