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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Scoured aeons ago by a retreating ice age, those grey, granite shelves stretching across a mountain slope catch the eye as an invitation to linger. The endless source of streams and rivers below, a raging torrent races with bellicose sound over mountain-tossed boulders and granite shelves alike, bursting with furious energy dominating all other of nature's boundless and wild elements here in this Notch.
Generations upon generations of people, from the indigenous to the pioneering stock who elbowed them aside, to the present who come to gawk and gape at the spectacle of raw natural resources, portion of a nation's pride in such geological endowments, have worn thin the soil through countless booted treads, revealing a contorted network of tree roots, clinging to sparse forest compost.
Ancient trees, towering and thickly-girded pines, hemlock and yellow birch, proclaim their regal presence by the very essence of their scale. Lichens and mosses encasing the original aged integuments in grey and green armour, their high canopy sheltering beneath their still-tender successors. And a smattering of bracken, along with coltsfoot, hawkweed and lilies. Here and there, felled trees, their corpses and raw wounds testament to ferocious weather events, passing through.
Those spectacularly breathtaking vistas of rock ledges marching the slopes, mountain streams tumbling fiercely over those ledges, giants of the forest stretching into the distance, the endless vista of ongoing neighbourly summits, with the vast sky above, its hanging, lingering white, grey and black clouds dominating all they survey and beyond, into forests below.
Nature awes, inspires, entertains and informs us. Offering haven to migrating birds and choice homes to the creatures, large and small that make their journeys from life to death within its generous confines. For we whose brief adventures of re-acquaintance with the splendid nature of Nature, the touchstone of return at a huge remove, from our immediate existential reliance, becomes its own ineffable reward.
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