The Grapevines Abound
E-arly second January,
R-ise of the sun has begun;
L-ight Monday morning
I-s bringing some fun.
N-o more Sunday smoke,
D-ust, mist, and haze;
A-ll shadows have vanished into the darkest place.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
R-ain is nowhere to be found;
E-vening chill disappears,
T-he grapevines
A-bound.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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