We were out setting the water for the last time of the day when I happened to glance to the East
There I glimpsed the Pink Moon of April showing itself behind the Paonia mountains
I had to hurry and get my camera out, for the Moon was rising as if a rush of wind was pushing up, up, up
It truly looked pink–coloring the moon-scape and outlining the moon
The sudden burst of moonlight, in the very quickly growing dark
Spelled contentment (in this soon to be cornfield).
We were patiently working in a moon beamed dream.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,