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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
It is a truly glum day after the too-brief sojourn into Indian Summer, the last brave hurrah of the year's live-and-let-live season. Gone the pellucid lid of Earth, hidden the sun's disarming rays - behind the immovably stubborn metal-hued clouds.
The rising warmth lies sunk into a sizzling funk of bitter acknowledgement. Of fiercely oncoming blizzards of snow and ice fog, freezing rain and Arctic wind hovering upon the inevitable cusp of arrival.
The leafy canopy of the forest has dissolved into sere, bare boughs. The creek has surrendered to freeze-up, and this cold penetrating rain chills creatures not yet accustomed to the memory of what is yet to come.
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