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A Winter Truth, by Jim Farfaglia

 

Only after an Oswego County winter,

after our spirit has been buried deep,

 

can a rabbit hop onto a snow mound

and rise up on its hind legs

 

to nibble from the top branches

of a succulent shrub,

 

enjoying something so life-giving,

like that first sign of spring:

 

long dreamed of, but unreachable

without living through a long hard winter.

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