The sky is a blue apology. The peach tree forgives in great red blossoms. The winter was cold and dark. The wind laid us bare. But April has arrived at last, bringing warm grass and pink willow to push aside whatever remains of winter. Even the sharp leaves of the iris soften into mounds of purple petal. And the air feels sweet and young. At nightfall, the seed stars set in the west, reminding you to plant your crops—the danger of frost has passed.