haiku no. 191

Runners toe the line,

last night’s harvest moon descends—

a blast of cold air.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 190

There for the taking,

in the throes of kicks and blows—

a wide opening.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 190, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 189

Falling and spinning,

between the spokes of my wheels—

tree leaves’ last hurrah.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 188

Early fall morning—

in the crowded coffeehouse,

friends find each other.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 187

Bridge over harbor—

Nepalese refugee’s hand;

a city crumbles.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 187, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 187, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 186

In the autumn breeze—

infants latch on mothers’ breasts;

I look at the trees.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 186, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 186, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 185

First days of autumn—

empty outdoor patios;

waxing gibbous moon.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 185, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 185, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 184

In the autumn light,

we prepare pancakes from scratch—

drink café au lait.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 183

Rich suburbanites

invade my Saturday spot:

first day of autumn.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 183, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 183, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 182

Last night of summer—

winds blow and temperatures drop;

wet and empty streets.

~Guillermo Delgado
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