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