An expert on haiku wrote this critique of my poem last year. I don't think I'll ever write a "real" haiku. After you apply all the requirements, there aren't any words left!
Wind cannot hold a brush, and Autumn cannot intend to be an artist. Western literature is so full of personification and metaphor that we rarely think about it. It's only through training that we can learn to eliminate it, sometimes. The Japanese form is based on what's called 'concrete' imagery and not ideas. The colors, the 'brisk swirling winds' and autumn are all concrete things. Having the wind make brush strokes is an idea. I hope that helps in some way.
and post notes and photos about your poem.
orange, red and gold
brush strokes of brisk swirling winds
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest Name: Autumn, Fall Colors (poem must be named "Autumn Colors")