An Autumn Angel

I took a stroll through the woods like I do every Fall; it's a sensual treat at this time of the year. And I came across a grove of ancient oak trees, shedding amber, yellow, and golden leaves; gilding the ground like scattered nuggets of gold. The air smelt of Autumn, a spicy-sweet musk; cool, crisp, and invigorating. A chattering chipmunk scolded me incessantly, as I neared a knurled stump, it was guarding; loudly chastising me for invading its space. The ground crunched and crackled under my feet, as I walked on a bedding of filigreed leaves; resembling a golden fleece. A brisk breeze rippled through the swaying treetops; their bare branches rattled like skeleton bones. Indulging my inner child, I fashioned an Autumn Angel; spreading and swiping my arms and legs I sculpted an Angel out of leaves instead of snow. And I lay there awhile smiling, soaking in Nature's magnificence; immersed in the grandeur and beauty of Fall.