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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God's timing.

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Bella at 4 months!
It's hard to believe that this little one is 4 months-old already.  Time sure does fly.  I've really enjoyed Isabella.  I know that seems strange to say and I'm not saying I haven't enjoyed the previous 6 kids.  What I mean is that I've really been able to enjoy her.

When you have children, especially every two years or so, sometimes it's hard to take time to enjoy them.  However, now that the others are older and pretty much self-sufficient (are they ever, are we ever), I'm able to really take the time to just enjoy her, to soak in her personality.

I thank God for the gift of her and all of our children.  I thank God for the gift of His timing.  I thank God for a Godly wife who is open to God's plan for life, love, and family.

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