haiku no. 222

My love for fall wanes—

Michigan trees shed last leaves;

end of October.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 222, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 222, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 221

It’s raining ice here—

stinging my face while I walk;

wool is my best friend.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 221, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 221, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 220

Late autumn twilight—

the full moon makes its exit,

hints at what’s to come.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 220, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 220, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 219

Light behind stained glass

sparks flashbacks of burning wax—

autumn hymns and prayers.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 219, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 219, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 218

Cold front engulfs us—

igniting fires within;

we espouse autumn.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 218, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 218, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

 

haiku no. 217

Willful ignorance—

we consume at any cost;

treating folks like shit.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 217, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 217, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 216

My boy jumps in bed,

tucks his head under my chin—

the sweetest minute.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 216, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 216, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 215

In the golden light,

autumn leaves rain on walkways—

tidbits of wisdom.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 215, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 215, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 214

Midwest college town:

young women sport perfect tans—

in late October?

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 213

In late October—

I no longer recognize

this familiar route.

~Guillermo Delgado
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