Destined( the antithesis)

perched atop the fog bitten birch,
elegy sung by desolate larks remind;
stormy breeze and frosty weather
hope and soul depart together,
just snowy feathers  left behind.

no sun, no moon, no ray of light
no soothing wind,no ornate smile
no branch is green,no spring in sight
just flickering life on cusp of blight
just this winter,cold and vile