Blowzy

Today's word is "blowzy" ... having a ruddy complexion; disheveled in appearance.

Fall
A day of rain and blowing leaves,
Cold and cloud-full, leaking sadness,
Nothing to cheer or warm the soul,
Just blowzy forest, running wild.

Maybe tomorrow there'll be sun,
And happy children running free,
And maybe red-orange fire will shine,
Around bare trees whose fire has died.

This season is of contrasts made,
By turns joyous or depressed,
I find myself caught in this fight,
Between restless darkness and the light.

I suppose I have a choice to make,
Of where I'll hold each moment's gaze,
And where my memory will cling ...
Which heart song, hallowed, will remain.

Anne Selleck
Copyright 2013