Quietus (Lockdown: Summer,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 lazy.
Summer seem to slow down time in a surreal way.
It blurs truth and fiction; like the hazy spread of dreams.
Summer, is for me, the gentle pronouncing
Of two soft syllables; cushions of air
In which I now recline. I watch its drowsy light
Sprawl among the red campion and the dead-nettle.
I watch it as it pauses briefly to meditate
Upon 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
The murmur of bees and melodious birdsong.
Yet I'm aware that the sundial casts unnerving
Shadows across my future. I'm plagued with grave doubts.
Soon solemn autumn will issue forth colder winds,
And I want to be ready to face the world again.