Fresh Start Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ise of the sun begins,
E-arly Sunday morning;
B-eneath the wide blue sky,
E-very mist is fading.
C-oal clouds turn white,
C-old chill is already gone;
A-ll shadows disappear by December twenty-fifth dawn.

G-ray haze has vanished,
U-nder the orange lane;
E-ventide turns into morn,
R-ays have hindered the rain.
R-ed beacon comes shining,
E-ach light warms your heart;
R-ugged wind becomes breeze,
O-ne birth makes a fresh start.