L. B. Mek

A consoling, Nature

 

Up early on a COVID Sunday, a rarity

springing from bed, attacking

light switches and sideswiping doorknobs

without a flinch

radiating symptoms of that long forgotten

vitality of teenaged whimsy, especially

out of place  

in these listless days

of ominously dreary beginnings 

to a new year’s fleeting weeks

of wafer-thin promise

 

first few hours, spent making 

an elaborate breakfast

for me and those I love

imagining, what small joy

each bite could bring

frowning, when remembering

that beloved kin, we haven’t seen

since lockdowns began in Leicester

almost a year ago, hoping

she’s making time to grab a bite

before jumping back, mask-first

into those NHS front-line trenches.

 

Inevitably, with coffee in-hand, I stood

by that loyal window

and simply, let all those stations

in my head - dial down

choosing instead to concentrate 

on that serenity

of breath

slow and deliberate, with savoured sips

to help, through tedium’s lulls

 

as I surveyed my beloved London’s

all-grey horizons, noting

a few specks shimmering

gliding, while glinting 

intruding my vision’s slipstream 

of bleak reality’s stillness scenes

and within minutes, mere specks

pilling-up, huddled together

layer after layer, carpeting magnificently 

and transforming mundane scenery

into a fantastically dreamy depiction

of Nature’s undeniable majesty.

 

Motionless, in reverie - watching it all unfold

with fingers wetted by melting flakes

but soon, regrettably 

those dialled down stations, jarringly

reasserted themselves

wrenching me out of my meditative state

 

what-if thoughts cascading unbridled:

what if we don’t have enough 

salt or sand, stockpiled

will our European neighbours 

still lend a hand so easily

in this disgruntled first few weeks 

as Brexit divorcees,

 

what of those most vulnerable in society

barely surviving 

on those remnant fumes of hope 

our forgotten elderly, homeless or worse

will this wondrous weather: gift them 

a momentary relief of fantasy 

or engrave their bitterness 

that little deeper...

 

Then, footsteps - crunching

with excitement’s fervour

crackled - awake, this City’s sullen streets 

whispering - a reminder to what wonder

I was witnessing

as a hue of sunshine brilliance 

began defrosting my Rudolph nose

making me think, would have been great

to have had this occur a few weeks earlier

still, better late than never

 

eventually, as I tilted back

my cherished cup

for its last hurrah of bittersweet solace

winds, carried those serenading clouds

of children’s snowball fight shrieks

to my dessert ears

and I smiled, a true smile

my first - in a long while

 

with lines from Longfellow’s ‘A Psalm of Life’

loosening my hunched shoulders, once again:

 

‘Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

 

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;’

 

closing my window, to face

that to-do-list of survival’s

sobering necessities

I mused reassuringly, that Nature

truly has all our answers

awaiting, to be realised

we just need reminding

with a little consoling.

 

A Sunday

24th of January 2021

11am,

A snow day 

 

A good day!

 

 

© L. B. Mek

January 2021

Comments7

  • orchidee

    Good write LB.

  • Philip

    Good words
    I sat and just watched the snow for an hour too. The breath is what its all about, but its hard to remain focused on it sometimes.

    • L. B. Mek

      very true, so many distractions for those surrounded and even more so - for us, who know solitude's islands - too well...
      thank you for taking the time to comment and support

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Really nice L.B. Really Really nice.

      • L. B. Mek

        awesome, kinda cool when my scribbles get the approval of talented writers I admire,
        as ever: I thank you for choosing to support and encourage my feeble efforts Jerry,

      • FredPeyer

        I very much enjoyed this one, L.B., so well written, much to think about you covered so much territory. It is a strange world we live in right now.

        • L. B. Mek

          sorry, a little long and somewhat sporadic in topic, I agree
          but still, one of my better efforts I feel,
          thanks for taking the time to comment and encourage, means a lot to know you found it enjoyable

        • MendedFences27

          I really enjoyed this portrayal of your Sunday morning and your thoughts of its importance. With the confinement we are all enduring it is a relief to see Sunshine and maybe some snow and find a peaceful joy in it all.
          Some very fine words and it comes as being very real. - Phil A.

          • L. B. Mek

            so humbled, always appreciate your words of insightful encouragement,
            'being very real': might be the macro 'feel', I wanted this write to convey, thank you!

          • Goldfinch60

            A good Sunday portrayed with the love of life Mek.
            As you say "A good day!" - in my life every day is a good day.

            Andy

            • L. B. Mek

              what a beautiful sentiment Andy,
              though sadly, I don't have the resolve to make such a bold claim myself
              but I will heed your wise words and 'choose' to believe
              that each day begins: with every potential for good...

            • Suresh

              Now that's a rendering of a gloomy day, still turning out to be a good day.



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