Donna Speaks: Fool, Not Queen, for a Day

I've gotta suggestion to make your holidays lighter and brighter: Be a Fool for a Day.  

Go on.  It'll do you good.  Really help your mental health.   Make you grow so much as a person. 

What do I mean?  Well, you could wear a silly hat. Or when doing your make-up, draw your eyebrows uneven.  If you have a particular "body" gift, do it as you're talking to a co-worker or friend.  Two of my gifts are that I can wiggle my ears and curl the sides of my tongue up.  

I can also talk "Donald Duck Talk" pretty good.  Or, how 'bout wearing your shirt in-side-out and see if anyone says anything.  Don't you wanna grow as a person?  Go on, do it!

Some years ago, I waxed poetic about being a fool. The result was "A Fool Like Me". 

Here it is.

You call me Fool

So

Even if you do

Calling me

A Fool

Does not a fool of me make

I choose to be a fool

For I go where you dare not

Say what you will not

Do things you only dream

And even regret the dream of doing

Though you may 

laughing 

beckon me

"Hey, Fool!"

I know

Your secret

If you could

You would

Be a fool like me

Happy Holidays, Miss Althea. 

Seven Tea Four

 I remembered spring yesterday. 

Today the fall ground is hard, 

My scooter bounces my butt around driving through the garden paths,

Hard from no rain and too much erosion, 

Brown tomato stalks and okra dying as they stand and try to grow in the short days.

I sit on my garden bench, remembering as spring warmed it with greening lilies and budding flowers.

Also, I remembered summer with her overblown self,

Blowzy with petticoats and dresses, 

Overdressed for hot days 

My bench hurting with heat.

Now I see my bench, shaded by only the bottle tree,

No longer hidden by green flowering bushes or swaying grasses, Stark and bare and hard. 

Am I being fed fall leaf by dying leaf?