What has come over me...

I feel very poetic today and my mind is somewhere in New Mexico...I get this way sometimes....

I'll jump from a high mesa and
Be carried away on the wings
Of a cool New Mexican breeze
In the early fall at sunset

I'll flow through mountain crags
And soar over the plain's expanse
I'll land in a warm artist's heart
And be laid to rest in vivid colors
On soft white sheets of canvas