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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.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 damp-dedicated humidity and bruised-cloud breadth of sky represent the stubborn remnants of days and nights of unrelenting rain. The forest has responded with whatever resistance it can manage once absorption levels are reached; its vast floor resembling a swamp, tree roots drowning and bright new leafage hastened. The graceful fronds of Solomon's seal and the plenitude of ferns revel in their shaded, water-logged preference.
Crows croak from their bare spire perches atop storm-shattered trees. Moss lavishly furs the downed trunks of generations of expired trees in a climax forest. Hawks circle the rain-sodden air, shrieking their territorial imperative. A green tumble of bedding grasses, cow vetch, violets and lilies under blooming Hawthorns crowd the ad hoc wetland.
The compost-mass of years' layers of pine needles gleam rusted orange in the sodden landscape. Dogwood are setting their spring floral bouquets, hazelnuts their fruit, honeysuckle their delicate, fragrant blooms. Pests of the woodlands pursue their life goal of species survival, seeking the blood of hosts in the endless cycle of nature's complacent renewal.
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