2 haiku and a tanka

1. Field of white belies
   fluid depths that lie beneath
   Slumber pocked by light
2. Winter’s letting go
   invites an odd alliance
   Blue jays and red wings

And one more …trying my hand , loosely, at Tanka

Silent frozen depths,
do You long, as I, for me
to answer your call,
leave this post and slide into
your thaw’s impatient beckon