Morn Meets the Zenith
M-arch eighth Wednesday beacon
I-s beginning to ascend;
K-iss the rain goodbye,
E-vening chill starts to
E-nd.
H-aze and mist have been
E-rased by the warm light;
R-ising sun has brought
N-othing but pure delight.
A-ll clouds become white,
N-o more fog underneath;
D-awn has just broken,
E-arly morn meets the
Z-enith.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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