Maple Leaves
By Thomas Bailey Aldrich
October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers:
Soon these will slip from out the twigs' weak hold,
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
Source Book
Flower And Thorn: Later Poems
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Copyright 1876
Published by James R. Osgood And Company, Boston



