M-orning ninth of April
A-ims to thrill your heart;
R-ise of the sun begins,
Y-our fears and worries depart.
R-ainy night is over,
O-ne dawn denies the twilight;
S-tormy weather is gone,
E-arly beacon's burning bright.
B-eautiful daybreak carries
E-ndless grace or blessing;
S-avor the warmth and freshness,
A-pril ninth Sunday morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bernard, your poems are very beautiful and uplifting. If you want to enjoy some more beauty, I've just posted two poems about flowers.
Thanks, Laurie... Your visit means so much to me. I treasure your comment and invitation....