Mailboxes of Santa Fe

Santa Fe, where colors breathe and dance,
Adobe walls whisper tales of ancient times,
Ochre and red, kissed by the desert sun,
Every corner a burst of life, a story,
Coyote calls echo in the twilight.

Mountains stand as silent sentinels over
Wildflowers blooming in hidden arroyos.
A symphony of hues in the high desert air.
Ancient spirits whisper in the wind,
Through the sagebrush and juniper.

History etched in the stones and sands,
On a canvas of time and tradition.
Even the mailboxes are painted
With the colors of the earth and sky.
A kaleidoscope of life and light.