Retreating September sunlight
Last traces…
creamsicle-orange glows and streaks
poking through tree openings
Marking day’s end
Rustling sounds draw closer
White-tailed doe, spotted fawn emerge
from forest darkness
Young seedling leaves–
an awaited bedtime snack
Sun’s last rays slip
below an outstretched horizon
Pale blue-gray evening light
descends upon forest shadows
Doe and fawn disappear into their own footsteps
Poetic Alchemist 
Aurora: Glad you like it. I do too.
Oh Don, I think I like this look even better!
Pat: Thanks. Glad you are well. I know that busy stuff. Me too, but I made a commitment to write one stinking poem a day and I do, and many days they are “stinking” poems.
Dan: Thanks, and glad you do. That last line seemed to actually happened as we watched them dissolve into the trail. You know the place!
Aurora: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed the poem, and as for the new blog look…well, you shamed me into it after you upgraded. LOL.
Rearranged the furniture again. Nice look! I had two bug bucks run behind the house last night. You described my early evening perfectly!! I’m fine, just busy with work. Thanks for asking.
Ditto Floots and Aurora. Nice imagery.
I like that last line!
Ditto Floots. Nicely set scene.
And I love this new, streamlined look, Don!
Floots: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
this conjures up the scene perfectly
thank you