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 writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. 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. Ritu says:

    So touching!

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  3. jenanita01 says:

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

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  4. Widdershins says:

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

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  5. Denis1950 says:

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

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