See the Seabirds Fly
E-arly Monday morning
R-eplaces the Sunday night;
I-n warm ninth January,
C-oal clouds become white.
A-fter the rain has gone,
B-eacon begins to rise;
A-bove the horizon,
S-hadows pass from eyes.
T-wilight has turned
I-nto another new dawn;
L-et the darkness depart,
L-onely dusk is gone.
A-llow the day to break, meeting the bright blue sky;
S-tand near the ocean, see the seabirds fly.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2019
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