When leaves do fall and land in heaps, I gather them while the garden sleeps. With tines like fingers, I work the land, collecting nature's wool by hand.

For some I must come first, an unbroken token, Before any vows of the flesh can be spoken

I have a spine, yet I bear no bone, I wear a jacket, though my arms are unshown. You summon my name to secure your flight,Then consume my leaves by a fading light. A judge will hurl me at a thief in retreat, and when you are sprinting, you do me down the street.

I am a loyal follower who never takes a step, yet I run in circles all day long. I am driven by stars you see on screen, or by the invisible current hidden in your walls. I can blow you away with my devotion, or slice through the heat without drawing blood. What am I?

I'm bendy and yellow, and ever so sweet. Sometimes if you split me, you can make a treat.