The Soft Summer Wind

In the late afternoon
The soft summer wind
Came up the river,
Swept over the shore
And set the leaves dancing
In the cottonwoods along the bank.
And in its fetch it grew more persistent
Than before and buffeted the boat
Tied there at the dock.

Looking out over the river and taking stock
A walker senses that the wind and its caress
Might make the most indifferent soul confess
To love's transgressions
As well as other miscellaneous indiscretions.
For those, I have only you to thank.