Weather Observations

You come to me hesitantly Like a hot wind Unclothing the sea From the negligee of the sun Raising one leg Bare So there are no curtains Clouding my brain Over my prostrate body You climb Lingering in groves Of spice Where the birds Hard beak Plunge Into the soft core Of mangoes, And naseberries sweet odor Drift through the trees Seducing you with unravished desires Suddenly there is a quiver Of condensation Waking the musty odor of dust I am wet with rain Too little to moist The thirsty thighs of my forest And so fresh Without the salty preservatives Of emerald oceans My leaves Turn gold again in spring Insufficient moisture In the hollow flock of clouds.