The great compose r, Gustav Holst , brought to life the lyrics of a poet in a Christmas carol melody both sad and sweet. It starts out: In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow. In the bleak midwinter, long ago. This captures my mood facing the bleakness of an unwavering wintry season . With snow on snow, it will become difficult to reach the barn for twice-daily feeding of hay , and below zero temps