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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
On this early May day puffs of white seeds drift from the poplars, scenting the air. Those puffs mirroring the creamily-scalloped clouds skimming a cerulean sky locked into spring. Wind collects the puffs, creating small banks at the margins of the forest, like new fallen snow as it accumulates during winter snowfalls.
There are waves of gnats, dragonflies large and small, hunting mosquitoes, bees bumbling through newly-opened apple blossoms, and dangling white perfumed cherry tree florets. We move through a gentle haze of May flies dispersing them for the ungentle ministrations of the flycatchers urgently swooping their tiny prey.
The slopes of this wooded ravine are awash with a wealth of wildflowers. The creek below, refreshed and rushed along by the morning's thunderstorm, winks back the sun. A red-capped hairy woodpecker busies itself on a rotted tree trunk.
The sweet, tender ethereality of light-green haze enveloping the forest has been suddenly overtaken by a robust bristling of green leafage, assertively screening the forest from eyes not of its familiar rhythms. The cardinal trills its brilliant song.
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