An autumn day

I love autumn mornings when the red and yellow leaves lie along on the creek and practically cover the water from bank to bank. I love to lay on the leafy ground in splendid isolation and look up into the nearly bare tree limbs and watch the final leaves release and fall, spinning slowly like feathers down through the indigo sky. Pale orange, red and brown oak and maples leaves lay scattered on the dewy grass. When I stand upright again, I see my shadow cast on the leaf-strewn grass like a stain.
I believe that each leaf that falls is a mark from the thumb of God.