Assateague Island

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Sunday, early Spring-
morning opens like a rose,
  welcoming the sun.
...

  An afternoon stroll-
wild ponies crossing the marsh
  by loblolly pines.
...

  Sun beaming through trees
as our shadows stretch eastward,
  tall grass waves good-bye.
...

  Shadows enhancing
what a body’s language for-
  waltzing with the moon.

These could almost be four separate poems.  

I do trip over "what a body's language for" everytime I read it.

If it was 4 poems, my far favorites would be 2 and 3.