Pomegranate
Bountiful treasure,
And pith coloured white,
Ineffable pleasure,
A ruby delight,
Here is a prize beyond measure,
Charming my tongue and my sight.
Persia and Palestine,
Orient groves,
Ancient as Byzantine,
Farmers in droves,
Rivers so full running serpentine,
Rendering spices and cloves.
Sumerian landscape,
With ziggurat stone,
Vineyards of grape,
In an emerald tone,
Daylight a curtaining drape,
Over this bounteous zone.
The pièce de résistance,
The fruit coloured red,
A perfect consistence,
With dark pigment bled,
Bringing a boon to existence,
Shining with soft baubles spread.
adamdaniel 