A gossamer cloud
Spread out in the
Clear sky
On this crisp morning,
After the heavy rains,
Bends down and
Kisses tenderly
The muscular peak
Of a squatted hill
In a flooded field,
Like a white princess
Delicate and shy,
Lip-locking with
A sturdy Moor
On the sly,
In an Elizabethan Court!
