Impatient - thought,

Improbable - wish,

Impractical frog,

Sound of a kiss.

Spring.

Smooth cream soft skin

Sweet dreams once in

We go out

Mermaids purse,

Tulips open,

Cock crows,

Harvest ripens,

Silent

Hi Mary Gracie,

Well done, a slightly unconventional but still very relevant 'haiku' - sometimes express ourselves means exceeding the normal bounds of rules like literary constraints.  

Sun days off,

Time runs on,

To many thought fly south,

At night stars chase,

All our dreams .

It is tempting to follow a prescribed set of rules, to force that square peg into the nearest round hole, conform to societies expections, but wouldn't it be easier as well as preferable to be happy with what you created yourself?    

Love is like a butterfly,

A butterfly of summer,

It lives, a life, a day,

So dare to fly butterfly,

Far too short the sweet do cry,

To live, a summer butterfly,

So love to live each day

Yet, though a rose by any other name is still a rose,

a poem not a haiku could be a sonnet.

Evening breeze whips my skirt,

Perfume the fragrance of roses,

Outdoors again-do they know?.