Obscurity

stars hide - muffled, in a blizzard of flurries - the screams of owls echo through a once silent wood. wet snow settles - frozen tears on the skeletal arms where oaks and maples shiver and birches bow - forsaken? will they break before morning... was hope held too tightly and hugged beyond welcome? perhaps there, under the stratus coverlet, or horizons born in a different wish tomorrow's shattered tears will melt warm...