whither the leaves of/yesterday? plucked up by/ someone's brand new rake? :]

Composed on the train, on the way to work. Lovely crisp weather once again, but alas, no leaves nor leaf piles to be found.

It is probably (and very likely) that the lovely piles of leaves that I had crashed through and traipsed over yesterday were the result of someone's early morning toil; at the time, I had thought that the wind had blown them naturally into piles, and well.... I suppose I was the end and the beginning to someone's hard work, LAWLZ. (Although naturally-formed leaf piles are a rather lovely thought, aren't they?)