Pink Moon Rising

Spring breaks river's icy grip, rushing, waters, icebergs slip. Upon the banks sprouts shoots of green, bursting newborns, grasses glean. Robin-ready, Earth comes alive, melting waters, rushing tides. Earth shrugs off its Winter dress, and comes alive to wakefulness. Breathe in, sweet the southern breeze, finches song, swaying trees. Cardinals red on melting white, songbirds sing the lambs' goodnight. Vermillion shades of roses bloom, budding under new Pink Moon. Milk-splashed calves dash for the fields as velvet lips touch Springtime yield.