in the style of a poem Barren Winter The trees are bare, the ground is white, The wind is howling, and the snow is piling high. I watch the world from my window, As the winter rages on outside. The cold seeps into my bones, And my heart feels heavy with dread. I wish for the warmth of summer, But it seems so far away instead. The days are long and the nights are cold, And I long for the sun to shine. But for now, I'm trapped in this wintery hold, And I can only dream of warmer times.