a visit to homefrocks

you pass through a doorway
covered in a tangle of vines,
in our garden
dresses hang in the breeze, an old adobe house


fabrics that feel good
heirloom cottons, irish linens, soft bobbinet
& tissue-weight silks

edges that intrigue
tattered & raw ruffles,
free-spirited layers


what captures your imagination?
what pieces do you gather?

in front in the mirror, you notice yourself again
the bias-cuts form graceful lines

the garments are lovely, but
you make them beautiful
we’re glad you’re here