The Final Quarter Poem by Barry Middleton

the final quarter of the year
the pale October moon
descends the west

a little to the north of me
the leaves are fired
for fall's burning display

but here in Florida the change
is subtle like a first kiss
surely you remember

and yet a chill is in the air
not in the air so much
as in the mood

the night is coming to an end
the year is ending soon
and life must end

it happens in the final quarter
sunrise and sunset
are all the season yields