by Amy Cavanaugh
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.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a current undergraduate student working toward a career as a professional astronomer and poet., I have been writing poems by hand, and by typing, since before college. Each year brings me closer to publishing them.
Last updated June 17, 2011