Saturday, March 27, 2010
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.
-A. E. Housman
My cherries are about to burst into bloom. National Poetry Month is about to start. The Kidlitosphere is getting geared up to celebrate with all kinds of poetry type posts; more to come on that in a few days! I have been busy with my school library work, grad school work and family fun as my youngest turns five. Time to slow down and plan to leave some empty time just for gazing at cherry blossoms, wandering the garden among the daffodils and roasting marshmallows over the backyard firepit on those long lingering spring evenings...
Take some time yourself to browse the poetry posted this weekend; the round up is hosted by The Drift Record/Julie Larios.