Wednesday, 18 January 2012
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!