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.
Monday, April 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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4/25/2024 7:19:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Vile is appropriate word for some storms.+10
Such a brilliant comment, Robert🙏🙏🙏