A haiku

.RoofTiles.
Rattling matchboxes,
Houses seem small against gales.
Curled up safe within.

a haiku about a tree in a gale

.SilentWatcher.
Tree quill stands in gale
ink stain spider roots hold tight.
Writing stories seen.

some haikus

.WateryEyes.
Wind cuts, biting deep
stinging gales like TCP.
Winters cold begins.

.EyeHeight.
Short woman below
lowcut top reveals goodness.
Perfect eye level.