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.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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14 Responses to Ghost #midnighthaiku

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  2. Ritu's avatar Ritu says:

    So touching!

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  3. Jaye Marie & Anita Dawes's avatar jenanita01 says:

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

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  4. Widdershins's avatar Widdershins says:

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

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  5. Denis1950's avatar Denis1950 says:

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

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  6. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    BEAUTY IN HER BACK YARD…AND IN HER HEART!

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