The Cherry Trees
THE cherry trees bend over and are shedding On the old road where all that passed are dead, Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding This early May morn when there is none to wed.
Edward Thomas
THE cherry trees bend over and are shedding On the old road where all that passed are dead, Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding This early May morn when there is none to wed.
The speaker watches cherry trees arch over an abandoned lane, their petals falling thickly onto the grass. It’s early May, and the scene has all the trappings of a celebration — the white drifts look like confetti scattered for a wedding.
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