No haiku yesterday, just a few today. Been a busy bee, of course.
94.
galloping white foam
nudging further up the beach
icing on a cake
95.
wrinkles in the sand
aged woman stoops to save
floating plastic spade
96.
turquoise tinged with brown
crashing waves churn up the sand
dregs of miso soup
97.
writing in the sand
messages no-one will read
and yet, still pausing