C-old chill twelfth of March
L-eaves without a trace;
E-arly Sunday morning
O-pens the dawn with no haze.
B-eacon above the horizon
E-rases the twilight;
L-et the sun start to rise, denying the dark of night.
L-ight in the blue sky
A-ims to meet the zenith;
G-et up and climb the hill,
O-n the way to the summit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic acrostic, dear Bernard........10+++++++++