Opaque folds of pewter taffeta,
Twinkly black neoprene sequins sprinkled on
A double row of frothy scalloped flounces.
Hem of slate silk velvet peeking out beneath
A dress length spread against sand hosiery.
I see apparel while others see leaden skies
Accented by crashing surf and sea.
A dressmaker’s view of the Maker’s couture for
Custom finery or off-the-rack?
If it bears G-d’s label,