Le Petit Bonheur

a poem of first love

 

 

       LE PETIT BONHEUR

        (The Little Happiness)

 

       You caught me

       barefoot in the orchard,

       dew-wet and laughing.

 

       The purple iris

       whispered

       as we walked

       up the low hill

       and closed the door.

 

       Two shadows

       sleep upon the white wall,

       your brown eyes hide.

          

              

       

             

Author's Note

I welcome any and all comments

Reviews

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Although not a Haiku, this speaks like one. This beautiful work possesses the subtly of fine Haiku. After reading the words "dew-wet" my feet felt wet.

[Winter McPherson]

Really a beautiful little poem. The lilacs whispering and the dew-wet and laughing. Great imagery. I didn't really understand the last stanza but I liked it. Oh, and I love the title!

[Sandra Rains DeBusk]

Ah, how sweet...very touching Toni.