Vile Weather Turns Fine Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Vile Weather Turns Fine



V-ile weather turns fine,
I-t's a beautiful view;
C-old raindrops disappear,
K-ind clime is here for
Y-ou.

G-ray clouds first of April
A-re nowhere in sight;
C-hill of the wind hides
U-nder the warm Saturday light.
T-he beacon begins to rise
A-bove the horizon or line;
N-o more brewing storm, vile weather turns fine.

Vile Weather Turns Fine
Monday, April 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Murray Smith 30 June 2018

Vile is appropriate word for some storms.+10

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Such a brilliant comment, Robert??????

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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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