Rays Start To Ascend Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et the beacon bathe
Y-our heart and your mind;
N-ew flame early Tuesday is rising above the line.

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm March twenty-eighth;
L-onely is the day
L-est light shows up late.
A-llow the morn to break,
R-ugged wind fades away;
I-nclement clime turns fine,
G-lows and gleams shall stay.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-vening chill comes to an end;
Z-enith meets the dawn, as the rays start to ascend.