Welcome, beautiful viewers,

This year's celebratory reason

The annuality of time 

the gloriousness of the season

 

Let's relive those quivered moments  

Holding ourselves, no longer to linger,

Harsh winds herald from the north.

the onset of subzero Miss Winter

 

Frost, paints hung abandoned webs

Snow glistens upon your bluing nose

freshness of the air, patterns,

the still-water lake as it froze

 

Followed by a four-ace spread

season chaser sprung into spring

Harbinger of warmer days

Our expectations flung with a fling 

 

Snowdrop's reverently bow

Praising each day’s sunny orb 

Watch our sped-up world spin,

mesmerised, Miss Spring absorbs.

 

Full-on, her hotness stifles

Miss Summer takes to the stage

A repertoire, risque burlesque 

Sensuality foretells a golden age

 

Spreading leaves shade heated squinters

Dull eyes suffer, it’s too hot to stir

Shades, worn, unappreciative of colour, 

As Agapanthus and Geraniums blur 

 

Welcome you beautiful viewers

To Miss Season's beauty pageant

Now it's my pleasure to introduce

Miss Autumn, terrific esthetic talent

 

An artist with reputed cooling views

A richness transcending vision

The vibrant, changing hues alter,

Summer’s vividness in revision

 

Who elicits your considered vote?

Text the short number,  then add, 

One, for Miss Winter,  softness in white, 

Two, for Miss Spring, nature's womb

Three, for Miss Summer, so hot she scolds

Or four, for Miss Autumn, colourising the gloom 

 

And the winner is, dear friends,

Miss Autumn, the polychromatic lady

Kaleidoscopically inspiring our world 

Retouching the light and the shady