Redoubt Redux

The tyrant winter dies
When mother spring creeps forth.
Loose off the shackles of
Our prison, winter coats,
These layers on layers of clothes,
Those woolen socks so thick.
Let's don anew our cotton skirts,
Our linen blouses soft,
Expose our wintry skin
to the sun's eye. Be warm
And dance with naked feet
upon the grass! The lush
Enfold of nature's growth
Invites us back to joy,
To feel the heat of earth
Beyond the reach of sun.
We wallow under stars,
A blanket soft on sand,
No frost or snow to curb
The growth and warmth of earth.
Now all the world has come
To life and sings of life.
Once barren for too long,
Now yielding lustrous buds.