Maple Leaves
Read 'Maple Leaves' by 'Thomas Bailey Aldrich' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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