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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.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 ancient mountain valley site enveloped by hemlock, spruce, pine, oak and yellow birch, no longer virgin, but of venerable height and girth, thrives as a moss-laden, lichen-rich haven for wildlife and the insect world, all finding comfort in the humid atmosphere of cool spray showering from the icy-mountain spill through its time-worn raceway of granite.
The thundering roar of the mountain stream shattering the song birds' melodies, the lacy filaments of sweet piercing song rent through by the rough, deep bass of the powerful watery thrust, rampaging declaration of strength capable of defeating the geological integrity of permeable rock. Curtains of glass-clear water spread over the jutting rocky peninsulas under the fierce, frothing gathering of the stream's intense, unstoppable flow.
This place, with its primal elements of gnarled tree trunks and interlocking roots, glowing green ferns, the orb of the fiery sun set high in the wide blue sky, the indomitable march of mountains, gneiss-grey summits, tumbled-sided rock slides, meltwater coursing icy descent, presents as a divine creation of perfect majestic beauty and might.
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