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Leaves yellow and russet fly in the sky like birds, they fall softly on the earth with a final murmuring, so that this knowledge of life should not be forgotten which they learnt at that time when they rippled vivaciously on the sturdy branches of the trees in the seasons of profusion. ‘…’ And these colours which speak so sweetly, came their full circle in a strange beauty, a reminder that life transcends death and advances indifferent on the roads of its own.’
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From the poem ‘Autumn Leaves’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou Cycle II: The Thread of Wholeness To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’ (Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |