Bernardo F. Asuncion Poet Acrostic

Meadow Grass

C-rimson beacon Sunday 
L-ets the day and sky meet; 
E-arly light has come out, 
N-ew dawn and morn both 
G-reet. 

C-old wind chill passes by, 
O-n twenty-ninth of January; 
N-o more mist and haze, 
C-ool breeze brings glory. 
E-vening shadows disappear, 
P-ouring rain fades away; 
C-oal clouds are all gone 
I-nto the dark, blue, and gray. 
O-ne birthday is remembered, forgetting things of the past; 
N-ice feeling is obvious, as you lie on the meadow grass.

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