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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 or is forthcoming in dozens of speculative, nature, and children's publications. Lauren lives in Texas, where she enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing, and knitting scarves for 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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Lori Levy:
Beautiful image.
Posted 12/20/2020 02:48 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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paradea:
Short and sweet!!!
Posted 12/20/2020 09:13 AM
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Larry Schug:
A good description for the woods at our place in this weird Minnesota winter with very little snow except in permanently shadowed places.
Posted 12/20/2020 07:25 AM
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