At Dawn Twelfth September Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A-t dawn twelfth September,
I-rresistible birth begins;
L-arge amount of ecstasy
E-xplicitly makes some sense.
E-arly dawn twelfth September, sun has started to shine;
N-ew morn has broken to let the weather stay fine.

A-t dawn twelfth September,
L-ight brightens the day;
V-ersatile thrill it brings
E-rases the dusk away.
R-apture is what you feel as you wake up from slumber;
O-pen your eyes to look at dawn twelfth September.