Green the rushes by the lake
and green the oak leaves hanging
still through lashing rain
and through the gale that scatters
the golden dust of summer
the red and russet debris
of another fading year.
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6 thoughts on “Oak”
Our oak leaves are still hanging too, but the acorns! I remember hearing as a child that many acorns meant a hard winter…the trees were anticipating trouble. (K)
They make such a noise, like a hail shower when they fall. There are lots of different kinds of oak, but the one I was thinking of was the one that doesn’t lose its leaves at all. Even when they die, they hang on.
I sometimes see trees that have brown leaves all winter, but I never knew that some species did it on a regular basis. Now I’ll look closer at them.
It’s called marcescence. Some types of oak do it and some other trees. Hornbeam I think. When you have a varied woodland, even in the middle of winter there are green, brown and russet leaves to liven up the bare black boughs.
Now you’ve opening my eyes a bit more. I’ll look it up for trees that grow around here.
It’s a word I learned last year. There’s probably a word for absolutely everything.