Sleeping beauty

Its been so long
since you breathed
down my neck;
caressing my skin
with your warmth

I cant wait for you
to wake up, and see
the buds dilate in your eyes,
unearthing colours and scents
which have been buried
throughout the season.

Once again-
showing your face
bright and early
and wiping the smirk
from the dark mornings
where an orchestra of birds
play out a welcome.

Whistling a signature
tune of your return.

I miss the cosiness
of your company
as it can feel so much
more lonely in the cold

-and the winter
offers no sympathy.