PoetryThe Body of the world by Sarah Rossiter in the March 27, 2019 issueShareShare on TwitterShare on FacebookEmail to a friendPrint When spring comes, The Body wakes, Flesh of our flesh Without whom nothing Would exist. Mother to all, Raccoon, fish, flower, No need neglected, Food, warmth, water. The Body stirs, Buds quicken, sprout, Green softens hills, Trees blossom, fruit.