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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.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 day's steady, penetrating rain has cast its gloom on the landscape. The sky, like a vast perforated strainer, pewter and transparently sodden, has turned its unrelenting faucet to the fully discharging setting.
Misery sits drenched and apathetic within the cool, shuddering dens and nests of Nature's creatures unwilling to venture into the fur-and-feather-damping scene. Watery forest runways are mud-brown and rank in swamp gas.
Willow leaves, speared and green, have formed a spiral island on the swollen, turgid stream. The forest soil can absorb no more, the hills are slick with tumbled leaves, luminous-wet.
Pine needles, orange-bright, carpet the forest floor, punctuated by cones, sticky with sap adhering to soft paw pads, picking up dried seed pods, furthering Nature's faultless distribution system.
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