Heaven’s Handiwork

snow laden branches 2019

Heaven’s Handiwork

©2020 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

Delicate Belgian lace

Has historical place

On the clothes of women and men;

And old Ireland’s flair

For point lace so fair

Enhances some now and then.

But Pines in raiment green

Won’t steal the scene

In any mortal art of ours;

So God gracefully encases

His wildest woodland places

In glorious winter’s flowers,

Draping tree to tree

Lace made so intricately

That artful human eyes

Gaze in delight and surprise

At the handiwork of heaven.

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Snowed In

 

Snowed In

©2020 Mollie Pearce McKibbon


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Snow falls on a frosty day

When spruce and pine can barely

Lift their long, sagging branches

With their thick, icy burdens

And my mind, oppressed by 

A tyranny of empty pages,

Determinedly pursues

An erratic, errant muse.

Snow Falls

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Falling Snow

© 2020 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

Snow falls on a dreaming day,

When spruce and pine barely

Lift their dragging branches

For the weight of their icy burden,

And the empty white expanses

Of vellum and screen

Press down on my bowed shoulders

While I pursue an errant muse.

Rag Doll Love

My doll, Mary in Grandpa's chair

When I was just a year old my Great Aunt Bess made me a doll from a bleached Robin Hood flour bag.  I know that it was a Robin Hood bag because his picture, although faded, was still faintly visible.  When I was old enough to talk I named her Mary and she became my constant companion.  She had long yarn braids and an embroidered face.  I absolutely adored her and slept with her, ate with her and dragged her (usually by one arm) around wherever I went.  Over time her face got tear stained, orange juice stained, and otherwise well-loved.  I decided that in the face of any disaster she would take precedence over any other possession I would rush to rescue.     The  painting above  is a water colour I made for my parents in 1971.  It hung in my mother’s room until she moved out of her home and into a seniors’ residence.  Now it has returned to me and will be passed on to my daughter.

The chair on which my doll is sitting was won by my grandfather who enjoyed lawn bowling.  My parents had it repaired and reupholstered for a wedding gift for my husband and me.  Hopefully someone will want it as a family keepsake one day.

 

 

 

Winter

Winter

©2020 Mollie Pearce McKibbon 

Snowy landscape

 

The winter howls; the winter blows;

The winter sleets; the winter snows.

The winter makes us put on clothes

In other climes we’d never wear, 

But here there’s winter everywhere.

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The winter’s white; the winter’s cold;

The winter’s ice; the winter’s bold.

The winter’s beauties do unfold

As we trample high and low,

Plowing pathways where we go.

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Winter’s fierce and winter’s mean;

Winter’s silver and so pristine.

Winter paints a magic scene

On earth, in sky and on the glass,

Enchantment never meant to last.

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Snow Beauty

The first snow of 2019 was beautiful.

snow balls at our doorFlocked bush at our front door needs no added decoration.

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The light dusting of snow on the trees brightened up the inside of our home.

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The last leaves clinging to the lower branches of our maple received a chilly coating.