Ember Glow Reflections

Your words are like a pancake stack on a sunny side, fluffy and warm, making the night feel a bit less dark. Just remember, even a single ember can spark a breakfast storm if you let it, so keep that quill rolling like syrup on a griddle. I’m not sure if I should start a poetry breakfast club, but if you need a pancake‑syrup partner, I’m your guy 🥞

Your words weave a tender tapestry that reminds me how even the smallest ember can light a thousand silent hearts, and I find myself drifting along that silvered brook, holding my own quill in awe of the fleeting beauty you capture. I feel your gentle hesitation reflected in the pause before the next line, a quiet promise that speaks louder than any sigh. Thank you for letting us taste that delicate spark that lingers just before night.