fresh fruit
sweetness lingers in the air
autumn harvest
freezing morning
warm smells from the kitchen
hot chocolate
[ah – warm toast]
fresh smell of sweet cinnamon
childhood thoughts
baking
the house fills with cookie smells
snow storm howls
© G.s.k. ‘16
Wow. You nailed this. And now my mouth is watering. 🙂
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LOL … know what you mean … been drooling as I read some of these haiku today!
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Cinnamon toast! Mmmmm!
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Yep .. how I love cinnamon toast!
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Great sensory haiku. Beautiful comforting images….inspirational for illustration.
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Thanks .. lovely comment Rall.
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Mmmmmm ….. these haiku are yummy good 😉
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🙂 glad you enjoyed them!
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Sweet Wintery scenes!
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Ah yes .. and sweet memories for me as well …
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Ahh all these bring back all the memories. I want cinnamon toast now! 🙂
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Know what you mean … I don’t eat bread .. so I made some cinnamon backed apples 😉
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That should have been baked …
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The sweetness of memories … nicely written Georgia.
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Thanks Chèvrefeuille.
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Love all of these. Miam warm toast et canelle!! Cookies watching the snow storm from inside. Lovely memories with my grandmaman and her sugar cookies
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My were with an aunt .. 😉
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🙂
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Oh. What terrible grammar! Mine were with my Aunt.
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Reminds me to use my egg-bread for ‘French toast’ – I put cinnamon in with the egg mix, but I don’t add milk. Nutmeg is good to add too.
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I’ve never heard of egg bread .. something else to look up because it really sounds delicious.
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It is – I sent you an email, but there are many recipes.
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Thanks very much Jules … that was a very kind thought! 🙂
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Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
This invokes many childhood memories… those when “sweetness” arose…
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