Perennial

I'm supposed to be quietly sleeping,
wrapped up in roots,
but this year
I'm growing restless.

This year the springtime is lagging
and I don't know
how long this freeze
will last.

I'm determined, of course,
to hang on,
but my patience's thin.
It's been almost a year
since I felt the sun.

Am I to be eaten by moles? 
Am I meant to rot?

You have seen
how beautifully I bloom.
You can tell me straight
if I'll ever see daylight again.

Whom did I offend?