Early September is sent to confuse us
Her split personality will often bemuse us
Neither autumn nor summer, our mind's in a fix
Not one or the other, but somewhere betwixt
If you put on your coat there will surely be sun
But with sunglasses on you can guarantee none
In a t-shirt you're chilled, in a jacket you'll swelter
You're riding a seasonal helter skelter
The days can be warm, reminiscent of summer
But when we reach sundown the mercury plummets
Is it time for the fire? No! Surely not yet
So, on go the jumpers, the bed socks and vests
Although there seems to be no rhyme or reason
'Tis clear there's a stand-off between the seasons
Summer's not gone yet, but autumn awaits
To make her bold entrance and put forth her case.
September evenings are drawing in
And autumn will certainly, this battle, win
Mother nature moves on, her actions are zealous
Replacing the greens with reds, browns and yellows
The summer days have faded now
The breeze is cooler on my brow
But when I look at autumn's treasure
I gIve thanks for each in equal measure
Neither autumn or summer, but a perfect mix
Not one or the other just somewhere betwixt
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