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Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 6th Jun 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3o_6cd6k/
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A man has crossed many oceans to many lands and has seen the world. But to him the beauty of a winter morning is all he needs. In English fields he feels a belonging, he feels safe, he is home.

Morning Peaked








Click for music: Winter Song - Sara Bareilles/Ingrid Michaelson


Morning peaked, fields crackle underfoot, a rich meadow glitters a thousand frozen colours in a low morning sun, on my winter day.
Today the east wind is bitter my scarf blusters, a corner whips me in the eye, tears fall down a white cold face and fall to an icy ground.
Through the tears light reflects so harshly it hurts, I turn away from the wind, from a cold blazing sunshine, a scene burnt into memory.
I wipe my eye with my sleeve and look again at thick frost and iced dewdrops in a white land, on my white land, on a white day.

White Wasteland



In my wasteland a lilac stands stiff in its robe of ice, it's so fresh so clear, thick and bushy so very beautiful, white beauty.
It fights coldness, it fights winter, no longer clustered with buds now flushed with half opened snow white leaves ready for spring.
I stand by this brave little flower, on this cold morning the bunches of future blossoms are all there to see, just stop and look.
As the lilac shivers and bends on this early spring morning it waits patiently, it waits in hope for a real sun, a warm spring sun.

Frozen Flowers



A little yellow rose climbs from hard frozen ground and is battered by coldness, battered by spiteful breezes, but it hangs on.
In a hedgerow a blossom of an old pear tree blooms it’s done this many times before it understands seasons, this old man of the fields.
Creeping up the old pear tree are new born rose bushes, with tiny new leaves, long red shoots grow on this chilly winter morning.
Once again my dear friend the taccamahac is studded with yellow aromatic sticky leaves frosted over, beauty lives in the cold.

My Refuge



My walk takes me to a line of trees alongside fields, large gummy buds appear from old horse chestnut trees.
And before my morning walk is over I turn a full circle and watch my world as it is right now, right this second.
I thought of all the places that I have lived across the world, this is what brought me back again to my home.
How I had missed such beauty, how I had missed the cold, the fairytale land that had always been my refuge.
Staring hard and long a shiver of fear touched my heart, what if I had never returned, what if all this was lost, what if...
I pulled up my collar and walked into a morning sun, breathing steam, balling my hands in my gloves, warm inside.

As I marched away to my warm home a fox sat and watched, what if..............

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author avatar Terry Trainor
6th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks Peter

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author avatar David Reinstein,LCSW
6th Jun 2013 (#)

Reminded me of the years I spent in places where Winter ruled. I miss the beauty sometimes, but never the cold :-}

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author avatar Terry Trainor
8th Jun 2013 (#)

As I get older my friend the cold has lost some of its magic.

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
6th Jun 2013 (#)

this is super Terry...you are doing a wonderful combo of pics and words and content...ta ever so...

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author avatar Terry Trainor
8th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks cn, sorry about the late reply but so much is happening at the moment. Thank you my dear friend.

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author avatar Grumpybear
6th Jun 2013 (#)

i stepped into your home world and felt the things you described. i thought it was spellbinding. ty. :)

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author avatar Terry Trainor
7th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you so much for reading and thanks for your beautiful comments.

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author avatar Chris Breva
6th Jun 2013 (#)

Great imagery and words Terry.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
7th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you my dear friend

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
6th Jun 2013 (#)

you have gone up a notch in every way Terry...if that is possible . Absolutely wonderful . I am happy to see and read this lovely poem and pics , but I am really glad that winter is behind us for a while.
God bless you my friend .
Stella >I<

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author avatar Terry Trainor
7th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you Stella always so kind. It's an honour to have such a lovely friend.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
7th Jun 2013 (#)

Home is the soul of who we are and where we find comfort- how beautifully you paint that picture for us Terry:0).... thank you.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
8th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you Delicia for your beautiful comments

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author avatar Grumpybear
7th Jun 2013 (#)

home is where the heart is. and your heart shows how much you love that place. ty. :)

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author avatar Terry Trainor
8th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you Grumpybear

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author avatar Jacuquelyn Gardner
8th Jun 2013 (#)

Dear friend poet, thank you for your kind words. Your writes are amazing, they touch ones heart.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
8th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you my dear friend.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
9th Jun 2013 (#)

You bring the place, winter, beauty of nature and the biting cold right before me with such feelings. And also the pictures and music. Great share, Terry, thanks - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
10th Jun 2013 (#)

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading my dear friend.

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author avatar Kingwell
13th Jun 2013 (#)

Your articles are priceless. Thank you.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you Kingwell

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