But there it is! A distant recollection

of the continuity of life

in the footsteps of time,

again and again in the same footprints,

in the burgeoning weeds of spring

with the song of new life

flowing joyfully

in green juices,

in fragrances of a blissful contact,

further off in the field, the asphodels

sway with grace

over the breath of the grass. …’


From the poem ‘Seasons’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou

Cycle I: The Lost Self

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)