Amid the Winter Stars

He walks amid the winter stars,
His feet are clad with snow and ice;
Away from critics, kings, and cars
Is somewhere he calls paradise

The solitude is like a salve,
There’s joy in all he’s come to have;
He stretches – though he’s still the scars –
And walks amid the winter stars

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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