Tag: cherry blossoms

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.

I post this poem every spring as a reminder that life is brief, and that wildflowers blanket Texas fields and roadsides for only a few weeks each year. Fifty springs—or fewer—are little room in which to look at them. Seize the day. Go out and see the bluebonnets.

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