National Poetry Month: Day 23

The cherry tree in my front yard finally bloomed, so I'm going to celebrate with this favorite poem of mine:

Lovliest of Trees
by A.E. Housman

Lovliest 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.