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.