©2020 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
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,
An erratic, errant muse.
The First Snow
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
The pines are tasseled in white,
The cedars are laced with down,
The birds have quilted the lawn
With dainty stitches around.
Sometime while we were asleep
The clouds shook out their pillows
Covering Autumn’s drab remains
In sparkling, frosted billows.