I wrte this picturing a large stone Gazebo, around it stand the four seasons. Winter, the dead limbs of a tree, below the grass covered in a killing frost as the sky is an eiry white; autumn, a corridor of oaks, the carpet beneath them of fallen leaves, sunset the colour of fire; summer, a feild, full of life, being drenched by the heavy clouds above; and spring, a lush green meadow, brimming with flowers, and a sky clear and blue.