Three poems for the third month

Continuing to kill time in Yasu, a particularly fecund ground for writing, this trio crawled out from beneath my hairline just in time for March and all it provides.

only one crow flies home
where 10s used to;
March winds blowing in changes.

cold March winds ruffle
a single crow's blackness;
I draw my own down tighter.

dusk; snow flurries ruffle my down
and that crow's blackness;
where shall we sleep?

Playing with words is what we are all up to in this Blog. Such fun, to balance sounds together to create images, real and imagined. Personally, I don't mind if a haiku is 3 or 4 lines long; either works if the poem itself works. But I do love punctuation. It is so vital a vehicle for carrying the sounds' meanings correctly.