Crushed Lavender

Leaf 371 – Reflections

 

Edvard Munch - Summer Night, Inger on the Shore (1889)

Sometimes the simplest memories are often the most evocative.

 

 

End of the walk –

her fingers scented

with crushed lavender.

 

 

 

Sarah Ross-Thompson - West Coast of Scotland

This haiku was originally written and posted on Bluesky in response to a #haikufeels writing prompt: 'crush.'