Lines Of Light Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

E-arly in the morning,
L-ines of light my verse sends;
S-un shines at new dawn,
I-n June twentieth the dark
E-nds.

C-an't help but wake up,
R-ising from deep slumber;
U-p from the bed I write
Z-estful acrostic to the reader.

M-ind not the lonely night,
A-s well as the cold chill;
N-ice rhyme and words within
A-re offering you some thrill.
H-aze and mist in the open
A-re nowhere to be found;
N-ot for a time my lines of light will ever let you down.