"LADIES IN THEIR SUMMER FROCKS" 



I ALWAYS think 

 1 Of garden phlox 

 As ladies in 



Their summer frocks. 



SHEER lawn 

 And dimity, 

 As fine as one 

 Could wish to see. 



COLORS gay 

 And patterns laid 

 With careful plan 

 And lovely shade. 



THEY spread their skirts 

 And dance all day 

 With any wind 

 That comes their way. 



AN D when they're hidden 

 By the night 

 They scatter perfume 

 To invite 



THE wandering moth 

 That brings them word 

 Of things the day 

 Has never heard. 



Louise Driscoll 



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