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Here, too, David, the daffodils finally bloomed,
but those crocuses were only two, flashing
purple through the snow that fell, and fell,
and covered them–and then we waited for
the melt, and ice, and melt again as winter
reclaimed the land from every tentative stroke
of green and froze all our hopes, pebbled
our walkways with treachery–Wisconsin
spring offers a crash course in vigilance
for every growing thing: be ready for
what comes, carry a walking stick and seize
the sunny day whenever it comes.
Robin Chapman’s ten poetry collections include Abundance, recipient of Cider Press Editors’ Book Award, which includes poems of the Boundary Waters; and books focused on species loss (the eelgrass meadow, 2011), climate change (One Hundred White Pelicans, 2013), and growing up in the Manhattan Project town of Oak Ridge, Tennessee (Six True Things, 2016). The Only Home We Know is her most recent book, and poems have appeared recently in The Hudson Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, and Valparaiso Poetry Review. She is recipient of the 2010 Appalachia Poetry Prize.
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