D-awn eighteenth February
O-pens the day with light;
M-orn early Saturday
I-s setting things aright.
N-ight cold chilling rain
I-s nowhere in view;
C-oal clouds have disappeared into the dark, gray, and blue.
L-et your pen and ink
A-im to meet the paper;
R-ight words are arranged,
A-s you write a long letter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem