Sonnet # 159 Poem by John A. Hancock

Above the trees a lone leaf flew
For a butterfly I mistook
Bobbing upon the breath of autumn
By the window from when'st I look'd
Twas in no particular direction
As it phantom'd not a care
Red and gold blending in motion
Tickled by the morning air
Tumbling o'er lonely in flight
Ne'er a clue where it might go
Dancing rhythmically to my delight
A prelude to November's rain and snow
What ballet dances leaves once free
Swirlling to nature's blustry symphony