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You don’t have to look to far to see how the season invoke the passions of the poet and would be lovers in equal force.

Spring brings that tantalising prospect of hope, the return of order from out the darkness that the Romans largely clumped together and then prayed to their gods that the first flowers would return, summer is the full flush of lust and heat, provoking the poet to seek out wooded glades and spy on the green leaves dancing in anticipation, winter is the time when huddled together before a fire and the thrust of conversation takes place and leaves autumn, with trees that shed their inhibitions and the cinematic landscapes that catch the eye.