I SENSE THE SOUTH
Like thick molasses the balmy air coats my skin.
I inhale intoxicating aromas of wisteria, magnolia, and honeysuckle.
I breath the heavy air laced with cotton seed and pollens.
Blue eyes transfix on numerous hues of greens and golds vibrant on a sultry afternoon.
Songs of the cardinal overshadowed by the mockingbird and crows resonate in my ears.
I sit in silence taking in the plethora of sight, and sound until at last I know,
I have come to sense the South.
By: J. L. Mulvihill 2017