By Abigail Rudibaugh
The sky doesn’t give us
the light we need this winter.
Long strands of multiplying clouds
low enough to touch what is left
a gray that only permeates.
But I found a bucket of color
passed over with abundant grace
hiding inside the grocery store
harvested and shipped in from out-of-state
as if reminding all of Ohio
petals are strong. More are coming.