Untitled 3 Poem by Walter Reed

I can see the sunrise,
as the moon sets in a distant land.
I can feel the sweet chill of the morning, and almost touch the day with my hands.
This feeling of composure almost gone, as the trees wither away.
A flower's bloom disappears,
losing itself again today.
No reaching forward for another life,
as there's no rain in its sight.
The season ended without warning,
and all is felt is the cold of night.
Yet spring is among us,
bringing promises of something new.
And the clouds of yesterday have parted, changing the sky to a perfect
hue.