Early Morning Light Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et March one come,
O-pening the warm Wednesday;
R-ise of the sun begins,
S-hadows and fog fade away.

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a beautiful clime;
L-et the rugged wind wane,
L-et the beacon shine on time.
A-llow the mist to fade,
C-hill is already gone;
R-aindrops have disappeared,
U-nder the break of dawn.
S-kyline up above
I-s either clear or bright;
S-oft wind has just shared the early morning light.