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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Day 11

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Posting the day after again....not too much eating news to report from yesterday. She was feeling a little better, still has a runny nose. I think she ate between 35-40 small pieces of popcorn through out the day. She had very little interest in purees so I didn't push it.

We did have a really nice visit with my sister and two of her kids. I hope to get some pictures of the afternoon from her to put up. She also came bearing cards, gifts, and cupcakes for her goddaughter. The kids played outside (the weather was really nice) and then we ate supper at the house and then we sang happy birthday. She wasn't too interested in the cupcake except I'm sure she wanted to throw it, and I wasn't about to let her!

I hope she's feeling better and better over the next couple of days and that her eating really picks up. Thanks for the prayers!

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