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Magnetic Poetry Saturday

nature does not

murmur feeling

blue when night

falls, for she sees

the light in every

dark thing

remember to make

time to enjoy the

little things in life

all work and no play

is not living

mist rising after

the rain, warm

meeting cool in a

dreamlike symphony…

fading away

in the light of day

champagne blushed

my foolish heart

dances to a broken

rhythm…I almost remember

how it was to be wild,

myself, in color


Magnetic Poetry…try your hand at this fun exercise in wordplay HERE.

Deciduous – Friday’s Word of the Day

Happy Autumn! Today’s very timely Word of the Day at is Deciduous. It is defined as: shedding the leaves annually, as certain trees and shrubs; falling off or shed at a particular  season, stage of growth, etc., as leaves, horns, or teeth; not permanent; transitory. gives a nice history of the word:
The English adjective deciduous is straight from Latin, dēciduus  “falling off or down,  tending to fall off or down,”  formed from  the  preposition  (and prefix “down,  from”) and the verb, cadere (combining form –cidere “to fall”).  In Latin dēciduus is used for leaves  (dēcidua folia), (baby) teeth (dēciduτ dentēs), descending testicles ( testēs dēciduτ), and, charmingly, for shooting stars or falling stars (dēcidua sidera). Deciduous entered English in the 17th century.

My google search led me to the fascinating world of desiduous trees. In the process I learned a few new words and a bit more about the seasonal process of abscission (the dropping of leaves).

In fact, some of those the brilliant fall colors are dormant in the leaves. It is the surge of chlorophyll in the warmth of summer or the wetness of rainy seasons that give leaves their green color. As the days cool and the sun wanes, or when the trees are drought-stressed, less chlorophyll is produced allowing the leaf’s other colors to be revealed. Yellows, oranges and browns are called carotenoids. The reds and purples, are produced by Anthocyanin pigments and are the result of sugars produced and trapped in the leaves later in the summer after the abscission process begins.

An abscission layer is formed in the spring that allows the leaf to eventually fall away from the stem. It is held together by a hormone produced by the leaf called auxin. Auxin production is also sensitive to climate changes and dry seasons, and eventually slows in production allowing the abscission layer to elongate and the leaf to fall away. Amazingly it also forms a seal, so the tree does not lose sap.

Deciduous trees lose their foliage to conserve water and better survive the harshness of winter. There are some trees that are partially deciduous. Meaning they do not lose all their leaves. This is called marcsescence. There are several benefits to retaining dead leaves. One may be to deter large animals like deer and elk from eating their limbs and twigs where springs buds lie dormant. It may also help certain trees with water retention and protection against the elements.

Eventually even marcescent leaves fall, making way for the blooming buds of spring. But not the leaves. Not yet. There is a very good reason for this. The absence of leaves allows insects to see the blooms more easily, which assists with pollination. It also allows seeds and pollen to flow more freely on the warm spring breezes. And the cycle continues!

Isn’t that amazing?! I never knew these details. If not for today’s word of the day, I might never have known how intricately planned out the life of a tree is. I hope I didn’t bore you with my rambling. I just love learning new things!

I guess I better get to my little Haiku then. Have a great weekend. Go hug a tree! ❤️🌳❤️🌳

poor marcescent tree
partially deciduous
clinging is futile


Land Haiku

Photo by Pexels at

we tend to forget
the land was here before us
long after we’re gone

Photo by Kasman on

on the old landing
hoping to land a big fish
landed in the drink

For Haiku Horizons weekly Challenge, prompt word, Land.

Magnetic Poetry Monday

my soul longs for
fall’s full frosting
rustling trees
wet, withering leaves
murmur of the forest
dying, blanketed
beneath the brown


(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)

Magnetic Poetry Saturday

Today’s revelations from the magnetic word soup on Magnetic Poetry Online.

it is all madness
the frantic whispers
the bitter screams
of those crushed by
the lies of men from
sleepless to delirious if
there is no redress

like ice melting
she becomes liquid,
less herself, bleeding
from a broken heart
slowly dying, naked…
would that we could
look away

we innocently hand
over our power to
heroes as if only
they can save us…if
only we could trust them
and their feel good promises

between dusk and dawn
we rest our weary
souls, breathing deeply
by the light of the
moon, knowing the
sun will surely follow
night and day in harmony


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