Poetry by Kate Healey


What can I say of the sweetness of Spring?

​Easter lily legs,
white and pink,
pale and bright
emerging from woolen depths

the burgeoning of sundress season,
-eyes in efflorescence like morning glories on parade.

your winter famine-mouth
​grows sweeter in the damp of April
and you walk out, uncertain foal,
into verdant truths
arm and arm with life-lust
once more

the lamb, the lion, the psalm.

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