Barroway Drove Poem by chris dawson

Day meets night meets
Dusk grey light
Reflections of the weathered evening show
Inspired by the snow

Expanded openness surrounds
As it holds
The attention of imagination

Resilient narrow murky belt
Cleaving sky from ground
Pitted with tiny orange glows
Warms engaging eyes
In winter’s desolation

Remote yet a part
I am of their scene
As they of mine
I drive

Winding, snaking
Across the Fen
Picking out my own speck belt-light
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