The Hill's Eyes Diminish Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let Tuesday pass,
H-azy night comes to an end;
E-arly twenty-second February
A-ims to feel the soft wind.
L-et the Wednesday warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-ew dawn has broken, twilight and dusk depart.

B-ad weather turns good,
R-aindrops stop to fall;
I-t's a beautiful morn,
O-bliterating the clouds so coal.
N-o more mist and fog,
E-vening shadows vanish;
S-kyway above is clear, the hill's eyes diminish.