Fruit of some description

Apples in the orchard
Mellowing one by one;
Strawberries upturning
Soft cheeks to the sun;
Roses faint with sweetness,
Lilies fair of face,
Drowsy scents and murmurs
Haunting every place;
Lengths of golden sunshine,
Moonlight bright as day,-
Don't you think that summer's
Pleasanter than May?
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Marjorie's Almanac