enchanted garden

adrift in the city 

I came upon a garden

it must have been enchanted 

for the fragrant breezes 

washed over my tired body 

and I was restored

my old soul sighed 

to shushing leafy branches

that hushed the rattle of the street

and I felt a wisp of a smile 

curl round the hard corners of my mouth

my heart soared as I 

cast my eyes from the joyful patchwork

of soft, pretty petals and nodding blossoms 

to the heavenly white-cloud-blue-sky

and then:  like magic, 

my loneliness vanished – 

and a lovely solitude fell upon me

note:  The prompt from Poetry Jam this week is "Alone".

photos:  Flower Garden:  on the grounds of the Irving House Museum in New Westminster (the oldest remaining home on the Lower Mainland of British Columbia) – W. Bourke

© 2014 Wendy Bourke