Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Not yet March on the calendar but spring is anxiously positioning itself for early arrival, noting the decline of winter's fierce, tempestuous displays of chill as it squats on the landscape.
Early arrivals of robins, goldfinches, doves and starlings have discreetly joined winter-hardy birds of the boreal forest. A great grey owl queries us in its deep, hollow bass echoing through the bare-branched
forest canopy. Crows circle restlessly above the canopy cawing their irritation at the owl. The wild shriek of a pileated woodpecker bounces off the snow-melting arras, its mood chipper as its hammering beak.
Mild though it is, boots sinking deep into the snow-packed trails well littered with woody detritus the wind is adamantly determined in its intent to draw out its seasonal collaboration with dwindling winter.
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