One Year In The Making Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et the morning bring
L-aughter, fun, and mirth;
O-n February twenty-second,
Y-ou're safe from mess and
D-irt.

E-vening shadows fade,
D-ark dusk is gone as well;
N-ight chill and cold rain
A-re losing their battle.
L-ight is shining in the sky,
A-fter the twilight is gone;
G-ray haze is melted
U-nder the burning sun.
I-nclement weather turns fine, as the dawn is breaking;
M-omentous celebration is one year in the making.