The Leaf Men

The leaf men came, their blowers on
And set the leaves to dancing,
The piles they left behind as proof
The season is advancing.

But while they worked, I watched and smiled
At Henry's thrilled expression.
The swirling clouds of brown and gold
Made quite a deep impression.

I shared in his excitement
For there's no way I could make
Such a spectacle of autumn
When I'm toiling with a rake!