The moor

A search for a stretch
Of whisper'ed creek
Which passes through
the moor.

And glittering mist
Obscures the blackened
Bracken which once blazed upon
The moor.

We waded through that
Iridescent mist which
Still haunts as a lingering ghost across
The moor.

We crunched down the charred
Bracken road stirring
Adders from their slumber within
The moor.

On that day we braved the hills
And opalescent rains all
To hear the stream's purl echo throughout
The moor.