Frosted lungs

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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