Turning Out To Be Red Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

F-irst March early Tuesday,
R-ain disappears underneath;
A-fter the twilight is over,
N-ew dawn turns into a
Z-enith.

J-ust before the sun rises
O-ver the mountain high;
S-hadows have vanished,
E-ven the dark in the sky.
P-ure delight and sheer joy are only reserved for you;
H-appiness has been the topic to add color to the view.

B-ad clime, mist, and haze
A-re not found ahead;
W-hile the wide lanes above
A-re turning out to be
R-ed.