At Day’s End in the Forest

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

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling.  Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email:

10 thoughts on “At Day’s End in the Forest”

  1. 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.

  2. 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!

  3. 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.

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