Not About Snow

Nothing new for the L sequence, nothing stand alone, the great quote I
misheard from Thoreau notwithstanding. Colorado makes better drivel than this but here it is anyway.

The stars my only respite
reserving judgement
flirting behind haze
constant in the houses
to which I am always welcome
horizon to horizon
empty of the heat
of my aching heart.

What kind of ending line is that? Useless prepositional phrase, not even a decent Simic.