Box of Surprise
H-azy Friday night is gone,
E-vening chill fades away;
R-aindrops have vanished,
M-orning meets the day.
I-t's a beautiful Saturday,
N-o more mist around;
I-n twenty-fourth December,
A-ny shadow isn't found.
G-reet the dawn with glee,
A-fter the dusk and twilight;
R-ays above the line shine,
C-oal clouds become white.
I-t's a great celebration, as you open your eyes;
A-ccept the birthday gift, receive the box of surprise.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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