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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Nature's message for this day is dismal, darkly overcast accompanied by damp chill and an unrelenting drizzle beloved of early spring robins. We set out on our quotidian ramble in our nearby ravine.
Underfoot, on the woodland trail, a squashed mash of fall's remnants. A lone, brilliantly male-plumaged Mallard duck steams silently along the rain-swollen ravine creek.
The bright green spears of nascent lilies-of-the-valley clustered about tree trunks have made their appearance right on schedule, joining the trout lilies and trilliums earlier assembled.
From high on an unleafed poplar mast a scarlet cardinal whistles his high-pitched song, sweetly counterpointed by a robin's piercing trill. Interspersed on the forest floor, small ponds have appeared temporarily, inviting the appearance of jewelweed.
Overnight the first tentative thrusts of horsetails have begun to colonize the forest floor. Ferns begin their resolute unfurling, and mosses gleam brightly insouciant through the dim, filtered light under the cloud-lidded sky.
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