Enchanté

His eyes darkProbingHis attention welcomeLike the warmth of sunon a cold, windy dayHe listened intently Hanging onto my every wordas I struggled to findthe right language To be understoodTaking my handHis response was“Enchanté”Copyright © 2025 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingAll Rights Reserved De from Whimsy Gizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse and theContinue reading “Enchanté”