Just one of a million; million others,
sat in a rapidly filling puddle,
in the middle of a late autumn downpour.
As puddles run into puddles,
so does the leaf.
From where it first landed,
it suddenly becomes a lost ship on a swirling sea.
Riding the 'white horses',
battling the storm,
on to a safe harbour,
and solice on it's involuntary journey.
Finally washing up on a curb-stone
as the downpour ceases,
the once 'ship' is left high and dry and so meets it's journey's end.
