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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Last night a slow rolling, rumbling series of thunderous claps roiled the sky like an endless fusillade of cannon fire - while its companion lit up the sky like celestial fireworks designed by a higher order. Rain washed the dark diorama, a drama presented courtesy of nature, thrilling and impressing mortals with the passion, the power and majesty of magnificent direction.
Truly, the Greatest Show on Earth.
Throughout the night, into the morning hours, the show went dauntingly into overtime. After the applause, when the curtain lifted to an overcast day, there were, outside our windows, early spring robins, in the branches of our ornamental Sargenti crab trees, feasting on red haws.
In the drenched woods, bare tree trunks black and glistening dominated the arras. Where green lichen was fastened, it fluoresced, soddenly. The delicate creep of mosses on the ground, on bark and branches glowed softly, brightly. Tiny scarlet florets, fallen from Maples, littered the ground, and tassels of Poplar and Birch, pollen-laden; green, white, wormlike.
The creek and its many rivulets cascading through the ravine have swelled, dark with storm-tossed particulates; in the fury of the pulsating waters, thrusting along fallen twigs and branches. Candy-green, minuscule leaves edge out from hazelnut and dogwood. A soft humidity steams over the landscape, as a green haze of awakening leafage emerges.
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