February in Ohio can seem the dreariest of months, but on a sunny day, as the sun melts, I find color.
When walking the dogs down a farm lane, I look beneath the cedar tree and find blue.
And, when working Raven in the sheep pasture, I find what the sheep and horses know is there.
Blades of green are between the brown blades, beneath the melting snow.
The brightest color, though, is found in the yard.
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