Lemon tree

 

Lemon blossom sweet

at my window

 

far from Spanish hills

you bloom

 

I whisper to you

apologise for the pinch

 

of English spring:

no coronet of sun

 

to crown your

pretty head.

 

Your essence

soothes me.

 

Citrus scent

with undertone

 

of musk,

you must

 

miss your lovers.

 

Over on my sill

orange stares

 

at you,

less abandoned

 

compact & smugly

fruiting.

 

 

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