A POEM A DAY - GRANADA


I was surprised to see this pomegranate tree hanging over the river by the Marjal marshes. It is laden with ripening fruit and soon the glistening, juicy pips will be ready for eating. Maybe it grew from the discarded fruit of a visitor to the marshes. I wonder it the roaming boar whose tracks and snuffling are seen everywhere in this area will like them when they fall to the ground. 













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