I walk the winter pathway
The snow crunches beneath my boots
Sunshine glistens on frosty windows
Tree limbs are coated with icy crystals
My breath is visible in the cold atmosphere
Birds skitter across the frozen birdbath
Icicles hang suspended from the roof
The snowplow roars as it scrapes the road
Winds howl and branches snap
Power lines hang heavy and low
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Hmmm, I must be dreaming. There's no winter pathway in Georgia. Yes, it's kind of chilly, but the camillia bush is blooming!
