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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Flighting one another through the spring-bare branches of the backyard corner apple tree, a pair of bright scarlet cardinals - as though reflecting late summer harvest. They arrow the air, settle and rest and their piercing song elevates the atmosphere, overcast and dark, sun hidden, rain imminent.
The dark, plump figure of a raccoon straddling the fence top like a gravity- defying acrobat, scuttles its length, to disappear behind the full, old spruce, en route to the backyard kitchen-waste composters. It is a chill morning, the milder weather we have been luxuriating in lost between high pressure systems; abandoned, our prolonged expectations.
In the woods, bedding grasses have begun to erupt from the rain-sodden soil, just as the sumac trunks have been smothered with their soft velvet spring mantels and the hawthorns and wild apple trees begin to bud. From the closed sanctuary of tight, green-needled firs comes a lilting chorus of goldfinch oratorios orchestrated for spring.
Squirrels forage busily, scrubbing through yet-meagre, early spring resources, nipping new growth from trees, littering the ground below with their mischievous off-casts, shrilly scolding, thumping and racing one another. Aerial contestants in their ritualized trapeze artists' annual spring show.
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