Monthly Archives: November 2012

SOUTHERN COMFORT by Jeffrey Littrell


in your eyes I found the fury

that so few people possess

with your touch, you re-ignited things

that I’d long put to rest


with your words

I felt my trust return

as you passed, a brushing kiss


to deny your southern comfort brought

I’d only be remiss

A VIVID AUTUMN by Jeffrey Littrell


the sting of the brisk Bloomington air

chases me across Kirkland

past girlish laughter

fueled by lunchtime daiquiris


bliss flowing like warm, soothing lava

in contrast to the chill


I try to remember

when the sanguine vitality of youth

coursed through me

and she was my inamorata


when we held hands in Dunn Meadow

and watched the music changing color


now, I’m just an itinerant lover

a vigilant, misplaced friend

vituperative and jaded

with a frail, calloused heart


the trees of Brown County

are a vibrant red and gold

recalling to me when the arduous crawl of age

had yet to slow my walk


when the sands of time seemed infinite

and life, a beautiful reckless wonder

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