V-ile weather turns fine,
E-arly breaking Wednesday;
R-ise of the sun begins,
N-ight chill fades
A-way.
M-ake twenty-eighth December
A-ble to meet the beacon;
Y-our birthday has come,
O-n the way to a new horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb acrostic poem, dear Bernard.....10+++++++++++++