School Haiku, No. 1

1
Cold windows, crisp air

Trees are dark beside the sky

The wind does not blow 

2

A caramel splotch 

Inside a clear plastic cup

Hidden by an elbow

3

The click of pencils 

A desk shifts once, and slightly

Everyone straightens

4

By way of intro; 

I am writing to stay fresh

I write poetry

5

My novelist's brain

Wants clarity and short words

Not good poetry?