Santa FeA Poem by getinthecarplease
Sangre de Cristo dawnlight
splashing over adobe homes like a golden falcon tracing my valley roams. Sanguine sanctuary, my everlasting play in the morning - in Santa Fe. Sandra in pueblo patterns swanning about the plaza path between every shattered sunbeam toward the goldfinch bath. Sacred symphonies, the ponderosas sway in the afternoon - in Santa Fe. Sandhill cranes on summer air gliding through faded skies where turquoise turns to indigo and starry canopies arise. Saturnine sunsets, the coyotes bay in the evening - in Santa Fe Sangre de Cristo moonlight sweeping over mission spires like a pearly sparrow watching my dying fires. Sandswept serenade, my everlasting play in the night - in Santa Fe. © 2024 getinthecarplease |
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