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 Six months ‘til winter
 
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-<p>While we are verging into the territory of summer, here, we do get a sense of those expectations settling into place, a feeling of &ldquo;ah, so the year is going to be like <em>this</em>&rdquo;. We also get that sense of growth and greenness with the mention of kudzu, a plant known for its rampant growth, quickly covering all it can in green.</p>
+<p>While we are verging into the territory of summer, here, as &ldquo;six months &lsquo;til winter&rdquo; implies, we do get a sense of those expectations settling into place, a feeling of &ldquo;ah, so the year is going to be like <em>this</em>&rdquo;. We also get that sense of growth and greenness with the mention of kudzu, a plant known for its rampant growth, quickly covering all it can in green.</p>
 <p>Some of the reason for this paucity of spring-themed poetry is doubtless selection bias: a chapbook titled <em>Face Down in the Leaves</em>, with its cover of frost-rimed leaf-litter, is unlikely to contain any paeans to new growth.</p>
 <p>Instead, we are presented with works that focus on the fact that spring is also the time for harrowing. It&rsquo;s the time for tearing up that which was old, the earth that was compacted by time and snow, in order to make room for that growth which is going to come soon, whether we like it or not (the topic of unwanted growth is a topic for later in the year<sup id="fnref:weeds"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:weeds">3</a></sup>)</p>
 <p>This untitled work will stand as our example:</p>
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