Quietus (Lockdown: July,2020) Poem by DM W

Nothing much has happened lately,
And I am hosting a myriad solitudes.
So I have sunk with the year into a quietus,
As I watch the sun imbibe the dew;
That's scattered across the morning grass.
I am becoming decidedly listless and lazy.
Summer seem to slow down time in a surreal way.
It blurs frozen fact and fiery fiction
Within the hazy, nonchalant spread of it dreams.
Summer, is for me, the gentle pronouncing
Of two soft syllables; cushions of air
On which I now recline. I watch its drowsy light
Sprawl among the red campion and the dead-nettle.
I watch it as it pauses, suddenly, tomeditate
Upon this season's invariable transience,
Among the windblown remnants of forget me nots.
I find this bittersweet, as Love's illustrious angels
Have long since departed, the ruined realms
That I now inhabit. I'm briefly soothed by
A most refreshing breeze, the murmur of bees
And melodious birdsong. Nature's blithe spirit
Seems to flow through me like vintage wine.
Even though it is only a fleeting moment in time,
It counters the dark tones of yesterday's
Discordant music. I cling to it like a child
Clings to sweet nursery lullabies and visions.
I'm uplifted by the green swell of leaves and trees;
The gold and white glories of daffodils and daisies.
Yet I'm aware that the sundial casts unnerving
Shadows across my future. I'm plagued by grave doubts.
Soon solemn autumn will issue forth colder winds,
And I want to be ready to face the world again.