Last Quarter

That quarter moon
Moved really fast across
The western sky just now,
Readying for tomorrow
Here on the cusp of midnight.
My view shed is changing,
In ways I understand,
I look at all my views and
All the things I need
Are there. And were.
I've thought about,
For a couple of years now,
The last quarter when
Winter roses bloom,
Tonight that quarter moon
Raced across the late June
Sky so fast I hardly had
The time to close my
Eyes and open to
Its glow.