New Morn Breaks To Please Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-agical clouds in the sky
A-re denying the Tuesday night;
R-ising Wednesday's beacon
I-gnores the lonely twilight.
C-hill on fourteenth December
E-xits and never comes back;
L-et the warm light brighten the shadows dark and black.

S-unrise in the nice morning
I-s in the eyes of the beholder;
M-ist and haze fade away
B-ecause of the fine weather.
A-llow your heart to open,
J-ust feel the fresh breeze;
O-ne touch is so gentle,
N-ew morn breaks to please.