As Spring, I Sleep

I
too
am the spring,
clinching tightly,
to the blankets of the frosty Earth
hugging them, nuzzling,
up to my chin
as I solemnly mutter
"just not yet."
The sun is hot,
but the ground is cold
and a wicked winter chill
still threatens to blow.
Young lilies
and daffodils
hold fast,
steady your blooms in waiting,
the time is soon,
but just not yet.
Spring will sleep
for another hour or two.

I just could not get out of bed this morning. What was it? Was it lack of sleep? Was it work-related depression? Whatever it was is over now. Until tomorrow. That is of course I could awaken to a sprite(as in blond-haired fairy like creature) slumbering beside me. Now, that would be worth waking up to. And would get spring's ass out of bed.