Swamp maples in early fall.
“New Englanders are like the pasture slopes
Behind their barns. You put them down as sober,
And then one day you’ll wake up, and you find them
Red and golden maples of October.
It takes adversity or coming close
To trouble and hard times to make them glow,
Then they really flower as swamp maples
Flower on the edge of frost and snow.’’
From “New Englanders Are Maples,’’ by Robert P.T. Coffin (1892-1955)
