Divided Circle

When the robin builds it's nest to herald in the bloom Thawed trails to open up a mountain's coveted woods And afield the animals stir as a fragrance of nuts, berries and honey lingers there Amidst the growing greens and unchanged evergreen that time did mark a difference on No leaves to fall Nor colors to change But simply in being absolve indifference and whole in such grandeur make Knowing each hue alone a picture does not itself create When the robin builds it's nest of dead leaves, moss, and crossed hatched twigs to a fine pieced work