marcescence

beech tree

American Beech, Burnet Woods, March 2015

Another 7×7 poem (seven lines, seven syllables per line.) This one inspired by endings—of seasons, of eras.

Marcescence
Sometimes we hold on too hard;
cling to what should be released—
old, winter-worn, transparent
from time and weather, rattled,
beaten, tattered— it’s hard to
let the familiar fall
away, let new growth emerge

Note: Marcescence is a botanical term that refers to trees that retain withered leaves over the winter. Beeches and some oaks are among the trees that cling to old dead leaves. Though there are several theories, there doesn’t seem to be agreement on why this happens. One school of thought is that beeches and other marcescent trees are still evolving from evergreen to deciduous, caught forever betwixt and between. (I’ve felt that way sometimes, too.)

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  1. #1 by angelamoore2013 on March 8, 2015 - 11:48 pm

    A beautiful reflection, Elaine.

  2. #2 by Mary Ellen on March 9, 2015 - 12:02 am

    Love it. Thanks for sharing

  3. #3 by cameronq2015 on March 10, 2015 - 4:06 pm

    Lovely…and I’ve always wondered about that phenomenon. Thanks also for sharing that.

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