I continue to think about pomegranates, as I put the seeds on my oatmeal every morning. The tree in our garden has been producing fruit pretty steadily since September.
Wikipedia says, “In the Northern Hemisphere, the fruit is typically in season from September to February. In the Southern Hemisphere, the pomegranate is in season from March to May.” Perhaps because Rwanda is pretty much on the equator, we get both seasons.
Looking for poems about pomegranates, I found this poem by Billy Collins. It has only a little to do with the fruit, but it’s funny.