Attempts at Haiku Poetry

A still dry lone leaf,
Yellowish brownish lifeless,
On a hollow brick

On a cold morning,
Leaves brown-yellow, pigeons peck,
As I run a slow

Lush green is the park,
Walking and running they go,
Musing are a few

Red lush maple leaves,
Nature nurtured canvas, sky
Orange tint backdrop

Lush green leaves, in lakh,
Lush green leaves, in lack — small clefts,
Sunshaft — clouds leave sky