palm fronds prick at a volcanic sky
and bright hibiscus
leer at pink-skinned foreigners.
This is probably the beginning of a poem, rather than a poem in its own right. It certainly isn’t what I’d call a haiku, though I think that’s a useful tag for short vignettes like this.
Technically, the photos were taken in Tenerife, which isn’t exactly “the western edge of Europe”, though it can’t be far off.
As for the hibiscus, well they do always seem to have their tongues hanging out. And if you click on the picture, you’ll see that this one has got so excited he’s got pollen all over himself. There are a couple of other hibiscus pix back on the recent canary colours post.