Revised poem

I have taken most of Marly's suggestions seriously. Here is the result.

The Offering
She came with a paper sack
half bursting with sweetness—
yellow pears and plums
from local trees, filling the air
with their perfume till the bees
reel, giddy, around the tree
and the wasps forget to sting.

On an October morning,
the boy, straddling
the branches with a canvas
bag slung over one shoulder,
hands them down and then
she takes them to a friend
because what else can she offer
but a bit of the hillside
and the short sweetness?

Her friend takes this bag
full of autumn, the golden
pears, smooth and heavy,
the blushing plums, and puts
some in a leaf-shaped bowl,
cuts some, sprinkled with brown
sugar, and the wisp-thin man
spoons them up and smiles
at the sweetness of canyon
pears in their brief season.