Transition Poem by ritty patnaik

a wisp of curl
in the babys hair
like a whisper
in the morning air.

a lovers touch like,
birds soft feather
awaken senses
with unknown pleasures.

a word of endearment,
in loved ones ears,
nothing softer
than that my dear!

years of bliss,
pass by so smooth,
rough times
are forgotten soon.

slowly but surely
the life breath sleeps,
amongst the fall leaves
the sleep is deep.