Finding Fine Weather Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-orning mist and haze
A-re totally left behind;
R-ising sun in the sky
L-ets the Wednesday shine.
Y-our heart is truly bathed by the rays of the beacon;
N-ew dawn has just broken above the long horizon.

R-adiant reflection in red
E-rases the dark and gray;
O-n fourteenth December,
T-uesday rain fades away.
I-t's time to find the light,
Q-uest for fine weather;
U-se both your open eyes
I-n seeing one after the
O-ther.