EVERGLADES ARABESQUE

The Morning Wind begins to sail
madly, like some mo-nu-mental snail
of deeply Wide Waters swaying
blue/pink foams & patterns splaying

soundly waking th'early wonder
of New Woods (whose ancient trails
lie covered in th'quick) veils
of falling Heavens' squander

flying in moth-confusion
trying to reach th'gales
of green profusion
where to sketch (exuberant details)

while Th'Birds
draw the curtains of their spells!
practicing, in th'showers, th'scales
of Magic-Mysterious words