On Early Morn Dusk Disappears
S-econd month of the year,
Z-estful twenty-third day;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
R-ising sun is on the way.
M-idnight dark and haze
A-re fading into the shadow,
Y-ews are evergreen, as you view in the meadow.
O-ne acrostic is penned,
R-ead it with your eyes and mind;
D-ry your tears and smile,
I-n my rhyme, joy you can find.
N-ever will I forget you
A-fter all of these years;
D-arkness and mist pass away,
O-n early morn dusk disappears.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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