I Said…Think Pink!
by Gail
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Okay, this is what I asked for:
Cherry Hung With Bloom |
And this is what I got:
Cherry Hung With Snow |
A. E. Housman aside, I really wanted spring to come. It is the middle of February and I am tired of winter. It has been warm enough around here that my lilacs were trying to bud. My irises were sending up green shoots. We haven’t really seen snow all winter, but I am more than ready for spring. I adore spring. In my last post, I put up that photo of the lovely cherry tree and sighed small, dreamy sighs. It was so beautiful. The sky so blue. I am sighing now. *sigh*
This morning, however, I awoke to more than twelve inches of snow blanketing everything in sight. What was this?! This was not what I had in mind at all! So, with all respect for A. E. Housman, here is my cherry tree poem:
Is hung with snow along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Valentine’s.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Forty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs two score,
It only leaves me thirty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Thirty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Yeah, don’t think I don’t hear you doing the math.
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