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Lacking hats, gloves,
boots, coats,
skis, poles,
snow and slopes --—
must drive for miles.
Trying rental gear
on icy runs --
edges slip
not safe nor fun.
Skis off. Poles in piles.
Flinging snowballs,
first snowball fight,
snowman, snow angels
by fading light -
camera clicking smiles.
This poem first appeared in Songs of Eretz Poetry Review (2016).
Used here with the author's permission.
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Lauren McBride finds inspiration in faith, family, nature, science, and membership in the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA). Nominated for various awards, her work has appeared internationally in speculative and mainstream publications for adults and young adults. She is the author of a poetry collection for teens, Aliens, Magic, and Monsters (Hiraeth, 2023). Lauren lives in Texas and enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing, and knitting scarves for U.S. troops.
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blueskies:
A front seat romp in the snow & smiles.Thanks Lauren.
Posted 01/21/2017 08:51 AM
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