Metaphor

The requisite conditions for
a leisurely stroll in the woods
all there; spring,
moderate temperature,
lightly shaded clouds
pulled down over a
heat-renascent sun
bright enough withal to
illuminate the landscape
with an enchanting yet-winter hue
compelling the winter-weary
to venture out with
cocky confidence where
those more experienced
tread with a wary eye for
the long, sleek corridors of
stubborn ice resolved to
remain beyond April's
sun and rain. Those
prepared for such
exigencies offer a
lifeline of balance and
stability to the ice-challenged
strangers in their midst,
urging, here, take my arm,
I'll guide you through.