One Morning in Spring

things change—
the forsythia bloom,
grass turns green
as the blonde winter fades.
but the cold stream still
flows gray
                        enticed
by the promise of summer
lurking beyond the blossoms.
the cemetery is alive
as petals rain upon
the graves
as if everything
will grow here
when old death is near.

Daryl Muranaka lives with his family in New England. In his spare time, he enjoys aikido and taijiquan, and exploring his children’s dual heritages. He has written one book of poems, Hanami, and two chapbooks, The Minstrel of Belmont and Leading the Beast Home.

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