haiku for a pigeon tree

 A haiku a day - for the pigeon tree (morning contemplation from the kitchen window)

white blossom wing tip
dancing spray of feathered leaf
blown by a cool wind

illuminated
night waits through a dark window
and sleeps in your leaves

this morning I thought
a hint of early autumn
three leaves turned to brown

fat snowflakes float down
one orange leaf, old and strong
refuses to fall