Ron's Brain


Stop being coy,
you're far too mellow.
Your wonderful wardrobe
of red, orange, and yellow
are just a fa├žade
that you put on still.
But you cannot mask
the inevitable chill.

The sounds of birds,
locations of leaves,
position of sun
we'll soon bereave.
But yet you show warmth
and convince us of light
and ease into winter
with things left all right.

Tagged as poetry, fall