The bows across the violins
bending the oatmeal grass.
She heard Vivaldi
The rich dark peat beneath
springs radiant energy.
She felt Earth and Fire
The pas de deux of balletic
butterflies in the briefest love
She saw Romeo and Juliet
Sweetened butter adorning
spikes of flowering gorse.
She smelt Mediterranean
On Whixhall Moss freed
from industrialisation
She tasted Peace
