Under The Burning Zenith Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A-fter the mist is gone,
H-aze and fog follow suit;
L-et Wednesday warm the tree, plant, flower, and fruit.

C-oal black clouds March first
A-re all nowhere in view;
S-un has come shining
T-o brighten the dark and blue.
I-nclement weather wavers,
L-etting the lane become crimson;
L-ight above the line
O-pens the new horizon.
N-o more rugged clime,
E-arly breeze brings mirth beneath;
S-oft wind whispers in the air, under the burning zenith.