Lemon tree

 Lemon blossom sweetat my window far from Spanish hillsyou bloom I whisper to youapologise for the pinch of English spring:no coronet of sun to crown yourpretty head. Your essencesoothes me. Citrus scentwith undertone of musk,you must miss your lovers. Over on my sillorange stares at you,less abandoned compact & smuglyfruiting.