Last night the ladies had alarm: <br />their petaled parasols of charm <br />were drenched and torn against the fences- <br />wretched fate of splendid wenches- <br />for each was tossed upon the ground; <br />and grieving gardener raked the mound. <br />But Spring again teems with rebirth <br />and debutantes then scheme from earth- <br />designs on sky, pout on hades, <br />pretty plots do sprout with ladies!<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-storm-in-herrick-s-garden/
