Messent
Transformed by Light
[View from White Horse Hill towards Shrivenham.]
Transformed by Light
A lonely gull cries from within the gloom
of ghostly dawn, where the grey mist gathers.
Except for this, the silence of the tomb
suffuses life itself : worst of weathers.
The cold bone-numbing fog, pervading all,
now leaches light and colour from the vale,
reduces beech trees that were proud and tall
to shallow silhouettes so vague and pale.
A faint light glimmering from across the hills
expands in brightness. Then the sun appears
in dazzling porthole. Through the grey it spills
upon the grateful fields. All nature hears
the call of Spring; the rising sap, the skylark sings
with clamorous charm that brings new life to mortal things.
Mike Jones
Transformed by Light
[View from White Horse Hill towards Shrivenham.]
Transformed by Light
A lonely gull cries from within the gloom
of ghostly dawn, where the grey mist gathers.
Except for this, the silence of the tomb
suffuses life itself : worst of weathers.
The cold bone-numbing fog, pervading all,
now leaches light and colour from the vale,
reduces beech trees that were proud and tall
to shallow silhouettes so vague and pale.
A faint light glimmering from across the hills
expands in brightness. Then the sun appears
in dazzling porthole. Through the grey it spills
upon the grateful fields. All nature hears
the call of Spring; the rising sap, the skylark sings
with clamorous charm that brings new life to mortal things.
Mike Jones