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Like powdered sugar
sprinkled on spice cakes —
brown and russet leaves
dusted in snowflakes.
This poem first appeared in Songs of Eretz Poetry Review (October 12, 2017).
Used here with 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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isaacsconniej52@gmail.co:
Evokes senses of sight, smell, taste,
and touch. Delightfully mingles good memories and anticipation! -Connie I.
Posted 01/29/2023 09:39 PM
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Wilda Morris:
You say it all in such few words!
Posted 12/29/2020 11:00 AM
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Jo:
Smell and sight�I can taste those cookies, and maybe even crunch some leaves as the snow falls.
Very well done, Lauren
Posted 12/21/2020 12:30 AM
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michael escoubas:
Nice capturing of the season . . . few words . . . powerful images.
Posted 12/20/2020 04:08 PM
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Janet Leahy:
An economy of words, I can see and smell the spice cakes, the word dusted is perfect here.
Thanks Lauren
Posted 12/20/2020 12:22 PM
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Corgicottage:
Love this simple poem, so rich in imagery.
Posted 12/20/2020 10:19 AM
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KevinArnold:
One word, russet, makes this poem.
Posted 12/20/2020 10:13 AM
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Ronaccount:
I admire the sparse, vivid image.
Posted 12/20/2020 09:41 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
On North Georgia's mountaintops, it's like dusted Bundt cakes.
Posted 12/20/2020 09:25 AM
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