G-ray haze has turned
I-nto a fresh morning light;
N-ew dawn has broken
A-fter the dark turns bright.
V-ile weather becomes fair,
E-vening shadows disappear;
L-onely night is already gone,
A-nother dusk is just over.
S-un bathes you with shine,
C-louds above have faded;
O-ne lady celebrator in pure delight is regarded.
C-rimson is the sky up high,
A-iming to take mist away;
S-o much joy it brings,
T-hird month fourteenth day.
I-nclement clime turns fine,
L-ong cold chill has passed;
L-ively event has happened
O-n the day in God you trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A superb acrostic poem, dear Bernard.......10+++++++++++++