Attempts at Haiku

innocent smile as
bright as the bracelet she sells
in dark of midnight

night is at silence
breaking the shearing silence
is the clock — ticking

cloudy night, no stars
seen, for she is the bright star,
with babies she beg

rippling pond painting
the shy moon chasing cloudy
clouds, frogs croaks cheering

twirling swirling wind,
swirling twirling is windmill,
riding cycle — smiles