Coltsfoot gives way to dandelion, plum to apple blossom. Cherry fills our woods, white petals melting like the last late snow. Dogwood's stigmata shine with the blood of this season. How holy forsythia and redbud are as they consume their own flowers, green leaves running down their crowns. Here is the shapeliness of bodies newly formed, the rich cloth that covers frail bones and hides roots that hold fervently to this dark earth.