In The Break Of Dawn Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

S-un starts to come up
O-n the long horizon;
P-ouring rain disappears,
H-iding from the crimson.
I-n the break of dawn, dusk is nowhere in sight;
E-ighteenth day November brings a pure delight.

G-ray clouds don't gather,
R-ed beacon begins to ascend;
A-fter the moon passes by,
C-old chill and shadows
E-nd.

D-arkness and twilight
A-re both already gone;
V-iew from below is nice
I-n the break of
D-awn.