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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
There are those days, and they are ample, and amply gratifying, when the elements relent sufficiently to call an armistice in incessant raging winds and fierce rainstorms, to produce days of fulsome sun, drying breezes and the reassurance that nature shares pleasantries at least as frequently as she enacts scenes of distress.
This is one of those days, when a furiously angry sky has been replaced by the kindness of baby-blue and whipped cream. The breeze merely riffles newly- greened foliage. Dragonflies whip about nipping airborne pests, wings flickering, bodies bejewelled in iridescent reds, greens, blues and golds. The forest understory is beaming with blooming dogwood, pink and white honeysuckle and hawthorn.
Down in the ravine, the call of a wild turkey anomalously negotiating unfamiliar territory. A hawk, circling above, whistles, riding the tumbling wind, its predator's eye fastened on the accelerated exit of its alerted prey. The bright carmine of a cardinal, then another, flashes from tree to tree, their trills as priceless as the overwhelming fragrance drifting the landscape toward perfection.
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