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.
