City of Wrens
(Sun Series #8)
So many times, the time is not right. Elk rest in the shade far away from your scent, Hidden by ridges and those rolling ravines just coming green. They do not take callers until they are ready (And say little when they are ready). Your songs may be lost to them on the breeze Or your dances may spook them. Don’t be discouraged… Some things happen through persistence And others through sincerity or the convergence of enough desires. Then there are the times when you know You must be dancing the right steps For pussy willows are falling, soft, From your feet to the floor.