crinkling and cackling as they swirl zombie leaves take form rise from the dead and dirt raging against life lifting into the sky once more towards trees that once held them loved them, discarded them with winter and so much spring sun budding anew break the bows tears the trunks uproot the unkind
then in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of Fall and now snow does with the gust white whirling snow devils
I didn't drink coffee until after highschool that summer I took a new job at River Marina first morning on the job Pat Jennings, my new boss asked, "Do you drink coffee?" I shook my head "Well, then y