Brown

A poem about the color brown

"Brown" 

It is that time of year
It is time for cider and beer
Santa Claus will soon come to town
All the leaves have now turned Brown.

The trees are hibernating once again
Everybody is staying in
It is cold out and the weather is foul
It makes me really want to scowl.

Snow will soon be flying everywhere
At times I feel too old to care
The weather can be hot or cold
It all hurts when you are old.

Give me summer any day
Winter is now on the way.