haiku no. 130

Embracing couple

lit by end of July moon—

wind dampens whispers.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 129

Bald Eagle lingers

in the pale yellow valley—

Blanca Peak looming.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 128

On an empty road

through green fields of corn and soy—

we rise with the sun.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 128, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 128, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 127

Black coffee aroma,

layers of ancient mountains—

planes descend from clouds.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 127, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 127, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 126

Clockhouse on the hill—

a gathering of artists…

much to think about.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 126, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 125

Rain drops on my head—

in the misty green mountains;

full cup of coffee.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 125, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 125, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 124

Late July morning—

a cool breeze sweeps up my back;

bear tracks in the mud.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 124, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 124, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 123

Morning after storm—

sun and clouds dance in puddles;

possibilities.

~Guillermo Delgado

no.122, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 122

On a dusty path,

black ants scurry around me;

scent of a rainstorm.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 121

Café Cubano—

rumbera en el jardín—

luz y sombra dance.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 121, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 121, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

 

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