Showing posts from December, 2008


When the pomegranate tree in my back yard
Comes to life in March
The first things you see
are the reluctant buds on delicate branches
The reddish green leafs come in
become greener and greener
as the Spring goes on.
Soon the little red flowers are in bloom
looking like small old lady coin purses
The flowers become the fruit
Intense blood red
that grow and grow .
If not picked
They burst
or fall to the ground with a big thud
splashing blood and seeds around.
In an old Armenian folk song it says,
"Two brides are bathing in the river,
their bodies shimmer in the sun
like pomegranate seeds, translucent"
People made beautiful poetry even amidstmisery.