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