Thinking about another TPF cherry blossom meetup extravaganza?
My favorite Cherry Blossom poem, from Housman's "A Shropshire Lad". I love how he points out that if you are twenty you might only have fifty more chances to see the cherries bloom. I wish I could make it, but we are out on the west coast for a while longer than the cherries will be blooming.
LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.