there is nothing
to be said
of what was
or might be
on days like these
when the tang
sweet of summer
leans light into autumn
and fruit hangs full round
on the trees.



there is nothing
to be said
of what was
or might be
on days like these
when the tang
sweet of summer
leans light into autumn
and fruit hangs full round
on the trees.



Nice poem. I have never seen this fruit before!
It is a subtropical fruit. Indigenous to parts of South America I think. Quite delicious.
I kind of figured you must be in the southern hemisphere – sounds from your poem that you are heading into Autumn
Yes. Autumn in South Africa.
I like how the intangible gathers shape here: “the tang / sweet of summer / leans light into autumn.”💜
Also, I’ve never had a tamarillo. Does it taste anything like a tomato?
They are called tree tomatoes too – but they taste a bit more like grenadilla and melon maybe. I have eaten them since I was so young that they only taste like Tamarillo to me. They have a thick, soft, bitter skin, so you eat it a bit more like a grenadine too – discarding the skin.
Amazing! I haven’t had a grenadine either. The world is filled with wondrous things! 😍👏🙏💜
Oops. Grenadine was an autocorrect for grenadilla.
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