Clove Road

A poem of twilight and land shapes

Twilight gathers in a forever indigo scattered clouds lingering in pink afterthought while on the western horizon a low whaleback ridge rises in a sloping silhouette, plump against the sky

Cut from the middle of that whaleback ridge, hewn by river water and wind Aeolus unleashed was a slice, a gap called a clove road and as I passed, slowly wandering a dusky trail of wonder, the last embers of sunset shone through in a dazzle of fiery red and gold

Inspired by A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers by Henry David Thoreau

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