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
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