An Ode to Spring

Spring, Spring ... wherefore art thou, Spring???
I have been waiting,
impatiently, mind you.
Wondering what on God's green earth is taking you
so long.
I am tapping my foot,
drumming my fingers,
chewing on the edge of my lip.
I am done waiting.
Done, I tell you.
I am ready.
Time to unearth my body, my mind, my spirit.
Please don't disappoint.