Thank you, here is another to autumn
Smelling a Memory
Cinnamon scented whispers recall
apple pies on a window ledge to cool
and tarts to eat beside the fire
and cobbler in a bowl to share
Kitchen magic made with care
lovingly crafted, and I never tire
Grandma would laugh and I would drool
against the backdrop of a golden fall
You have awakened ‘the ole taste buds’ for me this morning. I am getting ready for a bite of breakfast and am afraid it may not taste as good as what I just read in your poetry. Remembering is wonderful! Thank you for your lovely contributions to Amy’s Place.