The Day Is Nice Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The Day Is Nice



C-old chill has vanished,
L-ong night fades into the gray;
A-llow Friday the 13th to turn
I-nto a lucky Saturday.
R-ain fourteenth January is nowhere in sight;
E-vening shadows disappear, so does the twilight.

G-ray haze, fog, and mist
A-re passing from eyes;
T-he dark sky becomes blue,
O-n the morn the day is
N-ice.

The Day Is Nice
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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