Morn In Thirteenth September Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-orn in thirteenth September
A-lters the curse of night;
R-ising sun at new dawn
I-s beaming with all his might.
L-ight in thirteenth September
O-bliterates the cold chill;
U-nderneath the blue sky, bright beacon brings a thrill.

A-fter the rain has gone,
B-ad weather disappears;
R-ed ray from up above
I-s drying all the tears.
G-ood clime comforts you, for it's the will of the Maker;
O-pen your eyes and see the morn in thirteenth September.