Right Then And There Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ight then and there
O-ne ode is quietly created;
W-ithout delay it comes,
E-asing the faint-hearted.
N-ovember second morn, one verse is silently written;
A-llowing your eyes to see the lane in the blue heaven.

C-oal clouds up above
A-re becoming so white;
N-ew dawn has broken,
C-hill turns to warm light.
I-'ll send you an acrostic,
N-ever it knows stopover;
O-ne rhyme is delivered right then and there.