The winters here are long

A rabbit sits in a field, chewing grass.

Nearby, a tractor turns the earth
ripping weeds from the rugged surface.

I stand and watch from the road,
eager to learn more about the landscape.

The winters here are long
and I yearn for company.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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