Winterhaven

The moonlight in a child’s eye,
The winter of a story told;
The stars, that seem to clarify
The meaning of both light and cold

In Winterhaven, grew a boy
Who heard the words, and knew the tale —
Of Who it is that brings us joy,
And why the winter’s not for sale


© Evgeny Shipitsin | Dreamstime.com – House beside yard

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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