I would love some feedback on format and meaning on this piece I've just completed. Thanks for any contributions you may make. Graham.
 

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime,

Winter bleaches the tree bones dry, starved scarecrows against the sky.

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime,

First the leaves and blossoming flowers, then bees and sweet April showers.

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime,

Then golden rays begin to nurse, plates of green and spore in purse.

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime,

Wait till the boughs are full laden, swollen like an enceinte maiden,

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime,

When bountiful crops are then set, you may harvest without regret.

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime.

Take care of your yield while it grows, soft flesh cuts, scars when cold winds blow,

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime.

Shield tender roots from ice and frost, canker bears a terrible cost,

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime.

Though seeds bear trees and trees bear seeds, mighty oaks may be choked by weeds.