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 twig’s weak hold Like coins between a dying miser’s fingers.

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 twig’s weak hold Like coins between a dying miser’s fingers.

– T. B. Aldrich –

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