Planting Seeds

My words are whispers on the wind
Rootless wanderers
Blown like seeds on an autumn breeze
Until the wind grows still…
And here, and there
They find the just right place to land,
To sink and germinate and sprout and grow into the light…
They find
A  Consciousness
Receptive, ready, waiting,
Listening for
The just right seed
And
The just right time.