...oh, I dunno, a variety of intros could suffice, whence, none might as well, no?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCCCXLIII)
I caught the ghost of mists likeas a veil Down in the valley where trees clustered thence 'Hind shifting white's detail, rain waltzing hence Without a voice as't tiptoes 'cross the tale Of weedy blacktop; firs mair silent, frail Calm hanging 'til winds ply the Maples' dense Green, and the distance lost to that suspense, Whiles I chid rain for being light; to exhale. You listen to--is't my complaints? and YOUR Response of "you're amazing" fails me too. So I wish to just kiss and tease you fer All that to...chase me--which you say you'll do. Right now seems but a pipe dream, mists in poor 'Scuse on what lies 'fore: I belong to YOU.
20Aug18a
A pretty number, eh? I'll confess me too pinked with this and the one that followed, albeit I also thought them rather damning. So...have mercy on me, pretty please.