A girl in a summer dress
turns hot into cool,
sweat into sweet,
steam to chilled mist.
She stirs a breeze
in the hot still air.
Deep in my mind
smoldering coals fire
a sensory eruption.
She walks as a cloud
of seraphic passion.
She moves like a ripple
among lily pads
on a Monet pond,
calm as a pink explosion.
Duane Robert Pierson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/girls-in-summer-dresses/
