Out of the Morning
Clive Sansom
Out of the morning, grey as smoke,
Grey fields, grey sky,
The sudden stroke of heavy wings,
The sudden shock of white on grey,
A wild swan flying.
It came so sheerly from the mist,
Annunciation-Angel-like,
It shook the centre of my world,
It broke the greyness of my mind
Like great winds crying:
It woke all colours in the grey,
It spoke of speed and strength and power,
It told the beauty of the seed-
The core within the core of life-
In dead weeds lying;
My thoughts were shattered into light,
My heart was lifted into song;
I was that sudden stroke of wings,
I was the shock of white, the bird,
The wild swan flying!
