SOUTHERN EVENING 

Come, breathe deeply
Of spring's aromas
On our walk through Georgia's soft, warm, heavy 
Evening air

The pines, of course, pervade

But here and there
The waxy lemon of magnolia
And the sweet rush of wisteria 
Brush our attention
As we pass the darkening lawns 
Of pink and white dogwood
Solar lamp lighted

And pine straw mulched


DRK
5/2/17