Warmth Is On The Way Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-arch third early Friday
A-ims to bring brightness;
R-ise of the morning beacon
I-s sweeping the night mess.
C-old chilling raindrops
E-vade the break of dawn;
L-ight has begun to come, rising above the horizon.

A-llow the sun to shine,
N-ever letting him hide;
A-fter the lonely twilight,
C-ool wind turns the tide.
I-t's a lovely birthday,
O-nce the fog fades away;
N-o more mist and haze, warmth is on the way.