Monday, September 25, 2017

Memories of Years Past/ dVerse

Memories of Years Passed

autumn is the spiciest season of the year     crispy apples   filled with sugar and spice

baked in the oven                   fill the house               cookies of every shape

spice from the east                ground fresh               cinnamon

cardamom                              nutmeg                       memories of other years passed  

September 25, 2017          


                        

11 comments:

brudberg said...

Those are the spices of all... I would probably add some cloves as well... gingerbread and mulled wine.

indybev said...

Wonderful scents lead us to pleasant memories, do they not? Great write.

marley raine said...

Delicious.

Frank Hubeny said...

I think you are right about autumn being the spiciest season of the month. It is full of harvesting.

Mish said...

So wonderful to stir up good memories in our baking. Lovely poem.

Margaret said...

yes, the fragrance of fall cooking does resurrect the past from as well - pumpkin seeds, pie, baked apples and cinnamon ... I can see my mother and grandmother in the kitchen..

Thotpurge said...

scent of nostalgia in the end...lovely!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can almost smell it. I need some apple crumble!

sarah said...

Scent and memory are so intertwined. This is lovely. I feel I appreciate your work much more since the last haibun.

Kim M. Russell said...

Delicious and welcoming!

lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.com said...

Isn't it amazing how the scent of spices can conjur up memories? I love reading your three column poems..down each column, then across. This is such an amazing way of writing....:)

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