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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'it happens in the final quarter sunrise and sunset are all the season yields' What a lovely descriptive piece of work- I loved it! thank you for sharing...10 Lodigiana Poetess x