Night Chill Is Far Away Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let the beacon rise,
U-sing the early Tuesday;
S-un has begun shining,
T-o brighten the dark and gray.
I-n twenty-first of March,
N-ew dawn has broken;
E-vening shadows disappear, beneath the blue heaven.

M-ist, fog, and haze
A-re nowhere to be found;
S-ilent wind whispers softly,
C-old rain is not around.
A-fter the storm is gone,
R-ugged weather leaves the day;
I-t's a beautiful morn,
N-ight chill is far
A-way.