For NANCY (Our Chance Encounter)

I walked upon the moors today

And breathed the heather-scented air

for we spoke of the rare Brontes

and wild and lonely Haworth

where in Emily’s and Charlotte’s hearts

Heathcliff, Cathy, and brave Jane Eyre

were born into reality.

All that was needed to spirit me

to those far moors

and purple-flowered hills

was our remembering ecstasy

O, yes!

Today I strolled the moors

and lived

with heather-scented air