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Weather Observations

You come to me hesitantly
Like a hot wind
Unclothing the sea
From the negligee of the sun
Raising one leg
So there are no curtains
Clouding my brain
Over my prostrate body
You climb
Lingering in groves
Of spice
Where the birds
Hard beak
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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 4/23/2009 9:14:00 AM
L'nass - very beautifully written poem - I wish to thank you for your comments and support and i apologize for my lack of time to respond but my wife and i just bought our home and I'm making it all she hoped it would be - You are a very gifted poet and as soon as things slow down I plan to catch up - God Bless, MJ
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Date: 4/23/2009 1:40:00 AM
A beautiful analogy L'nass.Rgds Brian One for my favourites,reminds me of the Song of Songs
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