Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SPRING MORNING - SANTE FE, by LYNN RIGGS



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SPRING MORNING - SANTE FE, by                    
First Line: The first hour was a word the color of dawn
Last Line: Words grew in the heart and clanged, the color of noon.
Alternate Author Name(s): Riggs, Rolla Lynn
Subject(s): Morning


The first hour was a word the color of dawn;
The second came, and gorgeous poppies stood,
Backs to the wall. The yellow sun rode on:
A mocking bird sang shrilly from a nest of wood.

The water in the acequia came down
At the stroke of nine, and watery clouds were lifting
Their velvet shadows from the little town:
Gold fired the pavement where the leaves were shifting.

At ten, black shawls of women bowed along
The Alameda. Sleepy burros lay
In the heat, and lifted up their ears. A song
Wavered upon the wind and died away,

And the great bells rang out a golden tune:
Words grew in the heart and clanged, the color of noon.





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