(The amygdala and hippocampus
receive the information
from the olfactory bulb
before routing it to the thalamus,
already conjuring memories
before awareness of the scent
is formed in the conscious mind.)
Four eggs perch in my grandmother’s bowl
among the fragrant tangerines,
ready to take a crack into the citrus-y batter
where the luscious dates await.
The air is scented with oranges
and roasting pecans,
the fragrance from a kitchen
that no longer exists.
(revision 2017)
thecourseofourseasons 
the fragrance is still there – nicely done (yet again)
Just wonderful. Those aromas of memory, so alive at Christmas time.
Time for the Christmas angels to come out. I love all of the smells in this poem. It is an olfactory time of year. Smiles.
I like this. The ghosts of Christmas past always seem to show up.
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