The mango tree knows it’s time for spring.
It blooms before we’ve even noticed the warmth.
The parrot sings exultingly,
Wheeling in celebration.
Go tell the cold night air,
The summer smell is here!
When the earth exhaled and called out to the sea in heated summer sadness, parched of love.
When, in sudden lust the ocean swooped in to shower itself
With force of thunder, rain and hail.
That one time you and I, cocooned in a nest of blankets, laughed.
A flash, of rapier force, cut across the sky.
And then rolled the deafening drum.
The world blurred in a haze of dusty wind.
Only the trees in their creaking boughs,
Sang of the tangled love story of land and sea.