Betwixt: a poem

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