Panes patrocinate dawn’s glow. Or, do panels reflect dusk’s show? ; )

This morning, caterpillar cathemeral departed pale petals for lunchy leaves, but will return when eve’s early ease allows blossomed butterfly to alight on setting sun’s sight—a nectar-ine chalice for an anytime proboscis. ; )

Eve’s heart lies in a pool of reflective steps and cooling cogitations—with soul as scintillator in-tucking day’s most illuminative points for ready recall when eyes bright shut. ; )

Just as her tale had branched so and a plausible denouement still remained in the shadows, the diseuse broke the wall of worry by blasting blooms at glooms until each cross and break had seen graced into their plot points a fallen flake of either forgiveness or fortitude. ; )

By tazza’s mints,

My lady squints—

For shadow’s hints

May need a rinse

And dress’s lints

Merit a wince.

Back

To

You.

It is alright

For date tonight

Sees out of sight—

Not black or white,

But inside’s bright—

And hair’s highlight. ; )