Brighten The Morrow Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm better day;
C-hilling rain is brought
T-o the most oblivious gray.
O-ne morn fifth February, dusk fades into the blue;
R-ise of the sun begins, mist is nowhere in view.

P-ure delight and fun
A-re carried to the dawn;
R-apture is truly felt,
E-xcitement just goes on.
D-on't let the Saturday stay,
E-liminate the shadow;
S-unday smilingly comes to brighten the morrow.