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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
The leafless trees, their pole-tall shapes and rigid bark coloured in hues of white, grey and brown on this spring day, are unmoved by the wind soughing through their limbs. In the understory seedlings and saplings that will in time become towering firs, spruce and pine sit below their parents. Hemlock and yew line the hillsides.
A tiny brown wren flits swiftly from rock outcropping to creek log-jam along the waterway, rippling, glinting in the early afternoon sun. The sweet trill of a cardinal singing above, trails through the wood. Later, the demented loon-like call of a Pileated woodpecker, punctuates the air, contrapuntal closure.
Trillium heads nod brightly scarlet, not far from sunny coltsfoot. Trout lilies, their spotted leaves spearing the damp spring soil, colonize the moistly receptive woods in their brief moment of glory, soon to be overtaken by more determined ferns. The green- red tender sprouts of brush glow softly.
The cawing of far-off crows, their argumentative calls eclipsing the steady roar of the wind, soon give way to the shrill, syncopating calls of three hawks circling the trees, speedily ascending, turning direction, whisking themselves through the air as only raptors can, resolutely seeking their elusive prey.
A small black, stump-tailed squirrel observes quizzically the passage below his perch of two small dogs, equally entranced yet puzzled by newly-released scents sifting like mist above the forest floor. Freshly-awakened beetles, bugs and butterflies fly lazily about, for this is their introduction to another season.
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