Time Well Spent

I was waiting for spring

logy and damp with the weight of winter
a duvet of tamped down desire
stifling under snow

there wasn't any indication
that she would ever come
that there would ever be anything
but soggy snow remainders
and water dripping drop drop drop

I closed my eyes for just a moment, waiting
thinking, perhaps she's shy
she doesn't want to be watched
when she's changing into something

more comfortable

when I opened my eyes
she was already there, nearly
still putting on the final touches
and her jewelry bud by bud

I was waiting for spring
but as it turned out
she was waiting for me