Haiku

Snow:

Frosted on the pave,

The chill that goes through my fingers,

Glittering always.

Bird’s nest:

Piled together,

Sticks and leaves that encircles,

Keeps the bird warmly tight.

Leaves:

Swirling around me,

Paves beautifully colored,

Are leaves that surround.

School:
Friends are around me,

With mounds of paper to do,
which is called homework.

Basketball:

The sound of bouncing,

the spark of vitality,
as I spring to aim.