Sunday Twenty-First of May
S-unday twenty-first of May
H-as much to offer;
E-arly break of dawn is nice to the beholder.
C-ool Sunday twenty-first of May
O-ffers another beauty;
N-ew morn meets the day,
C-reating a sense of glory.
E-ach cloud turns white,
P-ouring rain fades away;
C-old chill has just turned
I-nto a warm light of ray.
O-pen your eyes to blue sky, as the dark fades into gray;
N-ever ignore the soft wind, Sunday twenty-first of May.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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