Wind Pollination

The mischievous wind drifts almost aimlessly
Through soft, seductive veils and covers
Over hills and valleys curving sensuously
Over hidden places, under covers and over
Tangled mounds that lead down to a secret
Valley which, with tender words and gentle
Persuasion and especially sweet seduction
Can be turned at first into a gently flowing
Musky river that invites and welcomes
Old friends, new friends and even sometimes
Lucky, tempting, sweet spoken strangers
To play and tease and explore its folds
And sometime after gentle sighs and fiery moans
It spreads out wet, wide and willing
Inviting them in, deep inside its hidden cavern
And in time demands a life giving libation
Which surges and flows deep inside
Where none can easily see and new life
Lies waiting for a spark to set it free