What's On Your Left Hand Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

V-ile weather turns fine,
A-fter the storm is gone,
L-et Tuesday morn meet
E-arly break of dawn.
R-ising sun fourteenth February
I-s there above the horizon;
E-vening shadows have turned into sky red or crimson.

S-weet and lovely day
E-liminates the twilight;
G-ray haze has hidden
U-nder the dark of night.
N-ice picture of you we see;
T-hinking not of the grassland;
O-pen your arms and show what's on your left hand.