Ice Storm

The harshest winter I remember was when I turned 17,
And 3 storms each dumped more snow than any I had ever seen.

The worst dropped only half a foot before it switched to freezing rain,
Coating everything in ice, entrapped the earth in a windowpane.

The morning broke without a cloud, bitter cold and sweeping winds.
Trees bowed under frozen falls, ablaze with starfire from their limbs.

Icy fingers rattle and chime, and in the forest, cannons boom
As tree trunks shatter, crash and fall. Such brilliant, cold and savage doom!