In Japan, when the cherry trees bloom, it’s a tradition to hang poems from their branches. To our blossoming cherry, our “reading tree,” we offer this poem by Dylan Thomas:

I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces,
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.

Enjoy this beautiful but fleeting season of hanami, or cherry blossom viewing!

Maureen