1
The Jasmine unfurls
like the fevered dervish whose
dizzy dance is prayer.
2
I’d like to think these
south-bound parts portend a day
of righteous molting.
3
They wouldn’t stay shut,
after she passed on, so I
closed her eyes again.
Furthermore…
poems and essays from the backyard
Furthermore... 
Part of the magic of haiku is the odd offset between precise words and open-ended imagery. Your second haiku has me speculating about “south bound parts” and their relationship with molting, righteous or otherwise. On the other hand, the third one is so vivid I can see it. thanks for these.