More Haiku

Twittering starlings
alight on telegraph poles -
The sun sets early.

Flowers opening,
gentle rain falls softly down -
Thirsty daisies smile.

The smell of Miso,
The sound of conversation -
I sit and watch you.

Frost mists the windows,
inside panted breath fogs them
Warm, as one, two lay.

Embraced she cried out
lapped by waves of pleasure:
A naked seashore.