Robin, your nest is as disarrayedA home as mine feels some days.Your sticks a hasty clutterSighing against orderBattling precisionFighting organization,Just finding shelter,Sweet peace.I know you loved this leafy retreatWhere spring's green grew around You and shaded your familyWhere voices were close byStill you could hide;We are not too much differentYou and I.

Wave in the autumn skyYour plumes like feathersAs I pass by.Sweep summer from the airErase the dust of heatAnd webs of care.  

Beauty of the autumnAh, sweet sweetgum tree,Bearing pointed star leavesAnd prickly spheres of seed.They're the bane of every lawn manAnd still yet it seems to me There is no greater beautyThan the sweetgum tree!Your foliage turns a yellowThen orange as pumpkin rindRed like candied applesThen purple as fine wine.