When I was much younger, I used to read and reread this poem from the large, yellowed book of poems that belonged to my mother when she was a young girl. I woke up with it in my head, and it fits my mood perfectly this fine Monday.
I Meant To Do My Work Today
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?
Yours, in words and espresso.