Assateague Island

[Mark A Becker]

Our Day On Assateague Island

   A summer Sunday,
morning opens, like roses
  welcoming the sun...

  Noontime, sandy trails-
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.

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.