APRICOT TREE IN AUTUMN 1( Lady of the Angels , Vaucluse )
The Autumnal sun breaks on the mountain peak Lingering memories recall the ripe flesh , meltingly juicy , of the fruit The ground , covered with the soft , spongy windfalls , Left to rot , feels springy underfoot Summer has flown , the truit plundered Leaving barc an naked branches beaneth Autumnal skies .