Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Drowsy Lavender Day

Today is a drowsy lavender day.
The kind of day you want to curl up
in bed with your dog day
and get under the covers with a cup of
hot chocolate.
It is the kind of day that Spring forgot
and let winter creep in through the back door screaming,
“I’m not through with you yet.”
It is a soft day.
A grey day.
A get out your journal and your pen and write day.
It is the kind of day that doesn’t ask,
“What are you doing with your life?”
But rather says, “there’s a chocolate éclair in the pink bakery box left on the counter
and there’s no one home but you to eat it.”
It is the kind of a day that doesn’t worry
about taxes and the I.R.S.
or how much money you have to put into an I.R.A.
or any other initials for that matter.
It is the kind of day that says,
“Slowdown.”
“Breathe.”
“Listen to the cardinal singing in the dogwood.”
“It is o.k. to rest.”
“It is o.k. to be drowsy.”