The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the 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 Cherry Trees by Edward Thomas
I love it when blossom is blown from trees, and swirls through the air like confetti. However, I have to agree with Edward Thomas that there is something melancholy about the sight of the crushed petals lying, bruised and discoloured, on the ground.