Tuesday, February 12, 2008


I've been on a bit of a poetry kick lately. And since I hope that it will be spring soon, here is a spring-y sort of poem:

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 then,
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.

~A.E. Houseman

1 comment:

Mimi said...

Oooh, I love "wearing white for Eastertide" gorgeous.