The lovely terrific ground
Wears a paved path
And a glamorous glow:
Unblocked by barren branches
Of premature spring.
Somewhere
The woods terminate –
Giving a kind of birth to a field.
And on that flat field
The grass still licks
And drinks the
Rain of revival
From last night’s
Shimmering showers.
A young girl’s tricycle
Cuts a puddle on the path.
Each half rains down on the pavement –
Sprinkling it with dots.
I once
Was the one to make that happen.
Amy Cavanaugh is a talented contemporary American astronomer and poet.