in the lovely alone

I wandered in tangles of 

blue and green – 

drizzle soft solitude,

with chattering thoughts –  

that quieted, at length,

in beauty and gusts

of quenching, 

spirit vapor breezes

and came, once more,  

upon the little bridge 

– in the lovely alone –

that, serenely, waits for water . . .  

though it seldom comes.

photo:  Little Bridge in the Lovely Alone – W. Bourke

© 2014 Wendy Bourke