One Sky With No Rain
R-ise of the sun begins,
E-arly eighth February;
G-reat red beacon above
I-s shining in the morning glory.
N-ight cold chill Tuesday is now nowhere in sight;
A-nother dawn has broken, setting everything aright.
C-oal clouds in the lane
A-re changing into white;
S-hadows as Wednesday comes
A-re all yielding to light.
M-isty evening's efforts
A-nd labors are in vain;
Y-our birthday is under
O-ne sky with no
R-ain.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018
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