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

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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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