_FRUIT_

“Here, as I steal along the sunny wall, Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep, My pleasing theme continual prompts my thought; Presents the downy peach; the shining plum; The ruddy, fragrant nectarine; and dark, Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig. The vine, too, here her curling tendrils shoots, Hangs out her clusters, glowing to the south, And scarcely wishes for a warmer sky.”

+James Thomson.+