haiku no. 99

Wedding on the beach:

my oldest son and his wife—

two seabirds flying.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 98

First days of summer—

late night backyard gathering—

kids don’t want to leave.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 97

Ancient haiku poets:

lived and wrote in the moment—

aroused by nature.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 96

Cool breeze in my ear,

chirping birds perched next to me:

lending attention.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 95

Shadows and light dance—

projecting through the window—

luring me outside.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 94

Majesty of trees—

over one hundred years old,

my elm tree is gone.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 93

Sterilized by force—

women deemed feeble-minded:

North Carolina.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 92

Middle-aged women—

heels and short airy dresses—

decaf soy lattés.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 91

Low-flying finches

swoop in front of my bike wheel;

first day of summer.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 90

As a child I walked

along the banks of rivers—

my world grew bigger.

~Guillermo Delgado

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