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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Early morning streaked-dark clouds obscuring the promise of this day did not deter robins from their early paeans, ringing the atmosphere with sweet melody. The lassitude of the day marked first by tepidly-falling showers then the clouds, less obdurate than thought, lifted, skimming the lid of the sky and finally there remained a pale, unchallenged blue.
The sun, free to arrest humidity into a clear, dry balance for the day. Nary the presence of wind, merely a slight, relieving breeze to gently part the fresh new green of ambient trees. In the woods, the sharp clear peal of a blue jay peels through the arras of the surrounding forest.
Dragonflies filter about overflying a lazily draining creek, while others flitter above, through the branches of trees, their bright green and blue bodies caught in shafts of gilded sunlight. On the forest floor, wild strawberries bloom tight little white, yellow-centred faces, among the starry ivory heads of bunchberries, the lacy white fronds of evanescently-fragrant lilies-of-the-valley.
A grackle flies, arrow-straight beyond an ancient willow, its roots entrenched deep within a placidly ambling creek tributary. Within the wide crotch of the splinter-barked tree a squirrel waits patiently for its quotidian treats. In the far distance the faint clatter of a darkly imagined concatenation of quarrelsome crows.
No comments:
Post a Comment