Drawn By the Carabao
M-ist and haze Wednesday
A-re both nowhere in view;
E-arly January twenty-first is far away from blue.
M-orn has just broken,
E-vening shadows vanish;
N-ight chill disappears,
D-ark raindrops diminish.
E-xcitement is truly brought by the farm and the plow;
Z-estfully ride the cart drawn by the carabao.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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