Woodland Windstorm

Moaning and groaning in a
rage of belligerence the wind
bellows and whistles through
the canopy of the winter forest,
howling like a demented,
ill-tempered old man berating
the unfortunates attempting
to placate his geriatric fury.
A confluence of snow and
cold and bitter wind envelopes
the forest in brittle survival
mode, trees stiff with frozen
terror clacking their masts
in a frenzied harmony of 
hapless dismay at the violence
their landscape is beset with.