Nature
Maple Leaves
From Modern American Poetry (1921)
Nature
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Aldrich, Thomas Bailey. “Maple Leaves.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/aldrich_tb/2/.
Chicago
Aldrich, Thomas Bailey. “Maple Leaves.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/aldrich_tb/2/.
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