Walking enchanted underneath

a vast high yellow canopy

with coal black struts supporting,

and recalling the heavy  scent of drowsy  summer evenings.

The honeylike aroma indicating a bees' paradise,

A gentle zephyr suddenly sighed

sending bright yellow snowflake leaves

to their final fall, so forming

an ornate mosaic leaf carpet underfoot,

of every possible sunlike shade.

Cream to chrome, saffron to gold and daffodil.

So generous are the lime trees every year.