Ghost #midnighthaiku

The ghost of summer
Memory of laughing days
Still holds its colour

A small bouquet of heather sits on my desk, as fresh and bright as the day it was gathered. I always hate breaking the stems and take only a single sprig from any plant in the purple sea that paints the hillsides. I feel guilty, as if I am destroying beauty. My depredations are so small and my exile’s joy in the tiny blooms so great… They are a symbol of home and hope, a promise that I will return. I doubt the heather minds.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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13 Responses to Ghost #midnighthaiku

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  2. jenanita01 says:

    I have Heather in my garden, pink, white and lilac. The flowers really are so tiny…

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  3. Widdershins says:

    Perhaps the heather sent that very sprig to you for that very reason. 🙂

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  4. Denis1950 says:

    A beautiful haiku holding out the memory and looking forward to next year.

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