We've Stepped Into Autumn

It's interesting: I was writing the other day in Seasons how autumn seemed picky in the weather it wanted to portray. Some days it was hot and humid like the summer past, others it was crisp and cool like the winter to come. It seemed unable to make up its mind. What I find interesting about it is how accurate my writing was to the autumn we have just stepped into here in sunny Queensland. One moment the sweat is dripping off, the next I'm tempted by a doona and hot chocolate- or at very least a cardigan.

Fickle. I thinks that's the best way to describe autumn- it is neither here nor there. Perhaps it likes to keep us on our toes and not get too comfortable. It gets attention by its unpredictability- unkind attention, but attention nonetheless.

Umbrella and gumboots

Or hand-held fan?

Jumper and stockings

Or shall I tan?

Give me a clue

About what will I wear

Share me a secret

I won't tell, I swear.

But now I am fickle

Cause I don't want you to cheat

Don't tell me, I'll survive-

Your mystery is a feat.

Autumn keep me guessing

I'll love you anyway.

Autumn who makes the leaves change

Go 'til the last day of May.