A Coffee Table For One Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let the morning break,
A-fter the cold Saturday night;
N-ineteenth of February
I-s setting Sunday aright.
C-old chill passes by, raindrops don't remain;
E-vening shadows disappear, twilight zone is in vain.

L-ight of the red beacon
I-s rising above the line;
B-eautiful day has come,
U-sing a very good sign.
N-o more mist and haze,
A-s the fog is gone;
O-n your birthday you take a coffee table for one.