Haiku

Hold your hand, squeeze it.
A raindrop - no, a tear.
Late winter; you leave.

I wait, sigh daily:
Flick-flick, change the show, quick-quick.
The news stays the same.

The end of winter,
A century late; time pauses,
Spring unsprung, for now.

These all came about in the normal way that I write haiku: I sit there thinking about a first line, five syllables that will make some kind of sense. Once I have those I think about how I can finish that off until something which sounds right has come to me. If possible I try to get some reference to passing time in. I'm not sure why exactly, but it just seems appropriate.

The following was something that just came to me after I ate at Yo!Sushi for the first time last week.

Oh pumpkin croquette!
Are you traditional fayre?
Hmm; yum! I don't care!

It is what it is, that's all I'm going to say on the matter...