The Sky is a blue apology. The peach tree forgives in great red blossoms. The Winter was cold and dark, and the wind laid us bare. But April has arrived at last, bringing warm grass and new willow to push aside whatever remains of last season. All of the trees are pink! The moon is too. Even the sharp leaves of the iris soften into mounds of purple petal. If you look closely at the greening Earth, you might see a grasshopper growing fat. At nightfall, the seed stars set in the West, reminding you to plant your crops—the danger of frost has passed.