Yasawa Haiku

I’ve spent the past week in the Yasawa Islands, Fiji, escaping from the wintry blast that has been afflicting South Head.

I’d originally planned to take my laptop and work on a couple of stories while we were away, but in the end, decided to leave work behind.

I was certain I’d write something while I was there, but I have to admit that I struggled for inspiration, only managing a handful of haiku.

Tiny hermit crab
scoots along glimmering sand.
It sees me and stops.

Iridescent waves
paint a clean line in the sand.
Caramel to cream.

I see the sun’s rays
push against the comb-like palms.
Grey stripes on the sand.