Haiku roundup (vacillating to escalator).

wind blows north, then south
I am still vacillating
outside her office

each year when it blooms
I think it is too early
in truth, I run late

green moss in his pits
Buddha statue in the rain
his palms to the sky

dog barking wildly
convinced today is the day
she will catch squirrel

walking by the surf
I look down at my sweater
clinging to the mist

the trail turns and sighs
reaching the point where it ends
we walk side by side

in shadows and dust
the plant forever in bloom
waits in the corner

racing and laughing
the backwards escalator
spits them on the ground