A tropical hello.

Waving at me, a floppy tapering subtropical palm tree.
The frangipani blowing me kisses.
It´s almost into winter´s hall.
Though here warm winds still blow.
What a tropical hello.
I don´t feel the cold at all.
The easy breeze brings treats from the equator.
Sweetening temperature as I find new ways to sugar coat the metaphor.
All year round tans shake hands-
and kiss cheeks.
Some things in paradise remain hard-
like coconut shells and parrot´s beaks.
The first quenches your thirst with a straw and a hammer.
The second welcomes you with squawks and perhaps talk in a cheeky manner.