Our Scratch-Made Storm
Flour falls on the countertop,
soft as snow, as we roll out a landscape
of sugar and vanilla,
stamp, stamp, stamping along the way—
stars, sleighs, bells, and canes
cookie-cuttered from the whole,
ready to bake.
Pinches of chilled dough
dissolve on our tongues.
Until golden, we renew—
kneading our scratch-made storm,
spirits warmed,
but not yet fully cooked.
soft as snow, as we roll out a landscape
of sugar and vanilla,
stamp, stamp, stamping along the way—
stars, sleighs, bells, and canes
cookie-cuttered from the whole,
ready to bake.
Pinches of chilled dough
dissolve on our tongues.
Until golden, we renew—
kneading our scratch-made storm,
spirits warmed,
but not yet fully cooked.
This poem is copyright (©) Kendra Cardin 2025

About the Writer
Kendra Cardin
Kendra creates a safe harbor for herself with poetry and storytelling. She loves speculative tales and enjoys imagining new and familiar characters to befriend. Her writings have been featured in various publications including Little Thoughts Press, Blink-Ink, and Black Bough Poetry's Christmas & Winter Anthology Vol. 5.