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:
Those are the spices of all... I would probably add some cloves as well... gingerbread and mulled wine.
Wonderful scents lead us to pleasant memories, do they not? Great write.
Delicious.
I think you are right about autumn being the spiciest season of the month. It is full of harvesting.
So wonderful to stir up good memories in our baking. Lovely poem.
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..
scent of nostalgia in the end...lovely!
I can almost smell it. I need some apple crumble!
Scent and memory are so intertwined. This is lovely. I feel I appreciate your work much more since the last haibun.
Delicious and welcoming!
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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