Thursday, November 15, 2012

Southern Comfort
















The pond's hidden dangers bold in summer now are asleep,
And on the surface only clouds and lilies still are seen.
No snow in the south,
Though the oaks have different colors now
And the Osage oranges are on the ground.
Too late for wild brown sugar and vanilla
Of persimmons to litter the path,
And the meadow garlic has snuggled down,
But the wood and sheep sorrels' lemon tang
Can still be found and tasted.
Best of all my best friend
Grown old with each new cold
Can still find a patch of sunlight
While I can leave my callipygian impression upon the grass
And not be harassed by any chiggers on my ass.










12 comments:

  1. there is an Autumn smile all over my face having read this one. May there be many more sunlit patches and chigger-free dreamings.

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    1. A smile on a wolf! My what big teeth you have. Thanks for the wishes.

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  2. Ooh, I love the sound of wild brown sugar and vanilla.......had to grin at the "chiggers on my ass".....hee hee.

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    1. I'm glad you grinned. I was thinking it was too crude to say, but there's no polite way to talk about chiggers and there is no southern comfort with them around. But I just had an idea. I think I will try Southern Comfort liquor (topically) next time I get into a patch of them. And I will because I don't stay on the sidewalk.

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  3. This was wonderful. Such beauty in your words....and then the last line, which made me laugh! Have a good Sunday!

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    1. Thank you. I have had a good Sunday and I'm glad I made you laugh.

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  4. vivid, richly detailed lines.enjoyed the sights and sounds of fall.

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    1. Fall is my favorite season here in Oklahoma - fewer bugs and tornadoes.

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  5. Thank you for teaching me a new word - callipygian - I shall try it on some of my colleagues tomorrow and see what happens...

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    1. That could be fun. I will try that at work tomorrow.

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  6. That's true...but winter can only last so long...Great poem!

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    1. Thank you, Anthony. And I do miss the hum of summer sound, but summer can only last so long as well.

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