Spring

 

It is time to purge. 
To trim the fat of winter 
To slice away that which has accumulated, ‘the unnecessary’ that is our day and age 
Do not go lightly with knife, do not with trembling fingers splay 
Strike, with everything; split, part, hack, tear sinew from bone 
Emerge new, for it is spring

And spring is, to use a word and cheapen the feeling,
violent