Standing in the Slush
(February Haiku )

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Standing in the slush,
by the bus stop, I’m looking
for lost memories.

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Wet empty benches,
wet winding sand paths, furrowed
by hurried footsteps.

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I’m rubbing my eyes,
weighed down by dreams, and there –
first leaves like lances!

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Christina Egan © 2013

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Like February Sparks, these haiku were written at the hardest time of the year, when our strength is about to be exhausted entirely. This is when we have to be strongest, when we have to fight hardest, as the previous post, Venus and Mars, describes. At least, in southern England, flowers appear very early, in winter, really, to cheer you up…!