Blossom And Snow
I caught sight of this tree last week. Mid January in full bloom. It’s suffered a bit in the cold weather but on this the snowiest of Sundays it put me in mind of this by A.E. Houseman from A Shropshire Lad.
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 three score 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.