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




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