As there are increasingly more green shoots and buds on the trees, it’s always worth reading through this poem by A.E. Housman, from his most famous collection A Shropshire Lad – a perfect choice to read as the spring continues, hopefully underneath some cherry blossom…
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now
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.