Time slows to a breath:
leaves fall at a standstill
orange through the blue
then the grey of late afternoon,
clouds move silently
gilded in autumnal gold
a swirling yellow lake,
and people drift
upon each pavement
between the broken foliage
and shifting frost
as the mist between my lips
unfurls in cold lilac
setting me free before
capturing me in the stillness
of nostos.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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Beautiful, very powerful but gentle word use. ❤️
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Thank you ☺️
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Love the mood swings with each new colour – very visceral poetry! 🙂
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