Turning On The Light Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

V-ile clime has turned
I-nto a warm weather;
C-old chill is already gone,
T-wenty-third December.
O-ne beacon begins to come out,
R-ising above the horizon;
I-t's a beautiful day,
A-s the haze is brought to oblivion.

E-arly Friday morning,
S-un has begun to rise;
T-hursday night has passed,
A-s you open both your eyes.
C-rimson ray in the sky
I-s now burning bright;
O-bliterating the shadows,
N-ew dawn's turning on the light.