… his wreaths green and multicolored, have journeyed through the seasons of the year providing us with delight for the eyes and the mind. Looking at them, we draw on the unexplained memories of lost innocence nesting in the depths of our souls.
…the “Olive Branch” by K. I. Spyriounis that lifts the spirit.
Spring is not a season of austerity.
Collared doves and other birds invade
We’ll hear something good
We open the balcony doors
We look out over the potholes
And you smile …
To Kostas Spyriounis