The Cherry Trees
by 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.
Edward Thomas was a war poet of WWI. He was killed in battle shortly after this poem was written.
*I blatantly and unashamedly stole this post idea from my friend sarah.