THAT WAS WHEN:

That was the time I was born; SPRING. In leafy gowns of olive trees & chocolate carobs, ancient figs, orange blossoms & pungent peppercorns. It was the time of waltzing swallows when poppies kissed wheat-fields & lavender perfumed the balmy air. That was the time I was born.

That was the time I fell in love; SUMMER. Of full moons, heat kissed dust & bodies slick with ocean brine & salted sweat, when love & ripe roses mingled with lust & ruby wine, while storks watched sinful errings from ancient steeples on high. That was when I fell in love.  

That was the time I became; AUTUMN. Wife & mother, matured with the sun-blessed honey of buzzing bees, the last of wiped away tears & scuffed knees. The nest flown with birds gone & leaves, red, copper, gold, away all blown. Wheat harvested & mead maturing in the keg. That was when I became.

That was when my end arrived; WINTER. When boughs were brown & bent & my old womb well spent, when the sky was daubed in grey & ice cracked the earth. My heart divided in two, as the apple seed spliced, half to die, half to be born again anew. That was when my end arrived.