All on a winters morning

T Trainor By T Trainor, 13th Oct 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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It's a poem about a frosty morning. The grass is silver and trees have beautiful white coats that help capture a scene of a magical few moments. A pale sun turns the fields of pure gold as it catches frosty ground. Some see a winter morning as just that, a winter morning. But some see it as a miracle of nature and something that should be enjoyed. I hope you enjoy reading this post.

On a cold and frosty mornig sharp shards of glittering silver frost

Sharp shards of glittering silver frost blanked the frozen solid, graceful ground,
And the picture was one of pure beauty, the earth where I was made no sound,
Nettles petrified statues sculpted by the gifted skills that only nature can bring,
And on that cold morning in a world of whiteness a tiny little robin began to sing.

You had to be there.

Trees majestic in their white coats, stood still on a breezeless day, tall and proud,
Long shadows glided slowly across lands, time moved on casting a black shroud,
A pale yellow sun touched grass and whiteness changed, it all turned to pure gold,
But it’s no good trying to explain it all, you had to be there watching nature unfold.

I will try to paint a picture.

In my small way I’ll tell you what I saw, complicated simplicity of an icy cold day,
So to many it’s just winter and that’s what winter does, some say that’s all so what,
To me that beauty hurt my eyes, filled my soul, took my heart off to a special place,
Soon the sun gathers its strength in a blue sky the frost loses, melts, without a trace.

Before that time arrives I’ll just stand right here, right now,

Before that time arrives I’ll just stand right here, right now, and lose myself in awe,
These times are so special watching a masterpiece each one so different from before,
In my silver plated world each second changes something even the air smells so clean,
A white delicate morning so white, there are tinges of blue, in my lovely winter scene.


Trying to portray how crisp and dreamy the scene is, my hope is that you can feel the chill of the air as it hangs still like silver glass. The grass and trees are delicate and patient as the sun begins to rise, it’s one of those beautiful moments lovers of nature are always on the look out for and try to capture its essence. I have tried to share some thoughts on the image on the feeling i get on these special days.


Cold, Gold, Silver, Sun, Winter

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author avatar T Trainor
My passion is to write poetry and prose. I have been lucky and have had some books published on my poems and prose. The feedback I receive for my work has been fantastic.

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