NaPM April 11 2013

[milo]

Disclaimer: I have a long-standing and rather unreasonable hatred of riddles... so forgive me if mine is easy.

First I’m avocado hard
heavy and firm in your hands.
I become translucent white,
shortly I’m brittle and bland.
Crimson explodes with crystals
soft but hard and white and sweet;
inside I harbor younglings
my dark progeny to be.
I arrive during long days
I depart inside your ways.

Pomegranate