Roadlet

The hedgerows of this roadlet were adorned in all seasons but winter with luxuriant wild flowers. Its especial pride were its roses and foxgloves.

Cooler yet where bursts a rill In the roadlet down the height, Like a naked beam of light, Or a mountain bather naked, Chilled by tourists overtaked.

Only at the very highest point does the village faintly assert its identity, where a roadlet of very second-class character, coming hesitantly up from the creek below, slides into the main road round the corner of a church, […]

Very careful driving and fairly dry weather are needed if you take your car to the end of the roadlet that ascends beyond the village of Saviore on the way to the Rifugio Salarno below the highest peak of the Adamello; […]

"Little road, little roadlet," a white dove said to the White Road but the White Road did not hear.