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Morning peaked

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Terry Trainor
Terry Trainor

The document describes a cold, frosty morning landscape observed during a walk. Various plants like lilacs, roses, pear trees, and horse chestnut trees are described battling the cold weather, covered in ice or just beginning to bloom. The narrator finds beauty in this wintry scene and reflects on what brought them back to this place they now call home.

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Morning peaked, fields crackle underfoot, a rich meadow glitters a thousand frozen colours in a low morning sun. Today the east wind is bitter my scarf blusters, a corner whips me in the eye, tears fall down a white cold face. Through the tears light reflects so harshly it hurts, I turn away from the wind, from a cold blazing sunshine. I wipe my eye with my sleeve and look again at thick frost and iced dewdrops in a white land, on a white day. In my wasteland a lilac stands stiff in its robe of ice, it's so fresh so clear, thick and bushy so very beautiful. It fights coldness, it fights winter, no longer clustered with buds now flushed with half opened snow white leaves, I stand by this brave little flower, on this cold morning the bunches of future blossoms are all there to see. As the lilac shivers on this early spring mornings it waits patiently, it waits in hope for a real sun, a warm sun. A little yellow rose climbs from hard frozen ground and is battered by coldness, battered by spiteful breezes. In a hedgerow a blossom of an old pear tree blooms its done this many times before it understands seasons. Creeping up the old pear tree are rose bushes, with new leaves and long red shoots on this chilly April morning. Once again my dear friend the taccamahac is studded with yellow aromatic sticky leaves frosted over in the cold. My walk takes me to a line of trees alongside fields, large gummy buds appear from 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. I pulled up my collar and walked into a morning sun, breathing steam, balling my hands in my gloves, warm inside.

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  • 1. Morning peaked, fields crackle underfoot, a rich meadow glitters a thousand frozen colours in a low morning sun. Today the east wind is bitter my scarf blusters, a corner whips me in the eye, tears fall down a white cold face. Through the tears light reflects so harshly it hurts, I turn away from the wind, from a cold blazing sunshine. I wipe my eye with my sleeve and look again at thick frost and iced dewdrops in a white land, on a white day. In my wasteland a lilac stands stiff in its robe of ice, it's so fresh so clear, thick and bushy so very beautiful. It fights coldness, it fights winter, no longer clustered with buds now flushed with half opened snow white leaves, I stand by this brave little flower, on this cold morning the bunches of future blossoms are all there to see. As the lilac shivers on this early spring mornings it waits patiently, it waits in hope for a real sun, a warm sun. A little yellow rose climbs from hard frozen ground and is battered by coldness, battered by spiteful breezes. In a hedgerow a blossom of an old pear tree blooms its done this many times before it understands seasons. Creeping up the old pear tree are rose bushes, with new leaves and long red shoots on this chilly April morning. Once again my dear friend the taccamahac is studded with yellow aromatic sticky leaves frosted over in the cold. My walk takes me to a line of trees alongside fields, large gummy buds appear from 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. I pulled up my collar and walked into a morning sun, breathing steam, balling my hands in my gloves, warm inside.