The Mandarin is covered
in little orange globes
and in among the greenery
a tamarillo glows
the loquat is still budding
feijoas lie in piles
all around the orchard
and down the grassy aisles
there are red and yellow guavas
to give the birds a treat
and some fruit I do not recognise
that isn’t nice to eat
there are beans on the shelf
and pumpkins in the shed
as winter comes to Northland
and summer days have fled
Maureen Sudlow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem