Sprung

An outpour pan-expansive is Spring.
Back to primeval woods, planting fields.
Spirit quickening fling. Kicking up heels.
Miles from insider’s agitprop ranting,
wringing sloppy run-off
to extend discomfort.
Fresh scents revive reason’s liberation.

Trenchant Winter remnants 
Layered agonies, ice savagery,
fear chilled hellstorms, sharp hail of death.
Miserable sludge, weary, relentless.
Yet, hear adventure recall tribes to revelry,
chase lead of Sun’s bright, warm exchange.
Ignite past’s battles, burn discord as energy.
Surge ahead. Explore new rallying toward
merry meeting.