The Right Steps

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.