Will spring come. Precipice

I wonder how this spring will treat us
Whether we will see one, or nou't
These cross winds in which all are swept
These routes through love and fear like roots
The didactic training of dendritic growth
There are pirates alongside the Sulcus
That abyss, crevace
How do these polarise and reknot
And for what purpose.
Will the aiports ever open
Or are they, like we, too busy
In triangulations of the whispered ether guided
Wondering on the wonders of the mind
In cells divided.