Fourth the seasons turning,
wealth of colours painted the bleak,
lost in winter solstice,
forever shall we dream.
Serene spring days we wander through,
in meadows full of daffodils
poppies red, daisy chains were link.
Summer picnics,
wicker baskets laid on a blanket,
dipping strawberries into chilled champagne.
Autumnal beauty,
leafy litter coppers crimson
spiralled by the chilled October winds.
Now we sit beside the glow of a logged fire,
listening to the crackle,
watching the flames dancing their flickered waltz,
as we toast in the New Year, just us...
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But oh well. Good luck anyway. 
Gorgeous write, good luck 
