While White Cloud Is Found Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

N-ew dawn March twentieth
E-rases the dark part;
C-rimson Monday has warmed
Y-our mind and your heart.

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a bright better day;
L-et the rain disappear,
L-et the chill fade away.
A-fter the night is gone,
P-ouring raindrops stop;
A-llow the fog to pass,
N-ice beacon is coming up.
D-usk is nowhere in sight, twilight is not around;
O-ne bright sky is seen, while white cloud is found.