Haiku in the morning

Good morning to my readers (if it is morning wherever you are)! Here are some sleepy thoughts for you in a haiku-

Furball
tumbleweeds past my slippers
Sunday morning.

A Moment

These are yours-

the brown rain
of her hair,
the stars she
sends you
in her smile

but you cannot
keep them.

They belong to
owl, to the
dark leaf and
the scent of night
jasmine.

So quick to appear,
for a breath you
hold them.

In the next breath
they leave,
with the heart
you have given them.