The Sunsets are Wondrous

These short wide days: their beauty just stuns me.We recently had cut down a number of trees at the edge of our yard and our landscape is so altered I gasp going past the windows.Remember Emily Dickinson on sunset?Here she is: 

Blazing in Gold and quenching in PurpleLeaping like Leopards to the SkyThen at the feet of the old HorizonLaying her spotted Face to dieStooping as low as the Otter's WindowTouching the Roof and tinting the BarnKissing her Bonnet to the MeadowAnd the Juggler of Day is gone