Pitching

i take direction reckoning where the wind might wind up blowing the alphabet that i just threw in the air thinking like a tree spreading supposedly randomness but knowing since a sapling how the pattern will be spelling perhaps not words in an English tongue but in some sense of oak or elm i never rake or throw away but mulch for much has been said by when leaves have fallen and again where they've fallen for this year the squirrels and the trees agree cold to even freezing but not a lot of snow and i believe them amen