the wind whipped by the wind-blown branches nearly barren save for a few leaves clinging to an ounce of life.
a dried-up leaf floats atop
a drying-up puddle with
grey clouds reflecting around and
grey clouds hovering above.
the clouds will roll by
and the cloud-grey puddle will slowly fade
leaving the leaf to be stepped on
by someone who enjoys the crunch.
Wow. You make me feel like a leaf. Well done!