Assateague Island

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Our Day On Assateague Island

   A summer Sunday
morning opens like a rose
  welcoming the sun...

  On our noontime stroll-
wild ponies across the marsh
  by loblolly pines...

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

  Enhanced by moonlight,
your subtle body language
  asking to slow dance.

Hi Mark,

I have a little problem with that morning opening like a rose.  Morning happens pretty quickly, a rose opening, not so much.  Or is the rose not opening, but morning?

You improved the 4th stanza and took away my problems there.

Nice one.

Tim