haiku no. 252

End of November—

the amber full moon rises;

brandy and cider.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 251

Between rows of trees—

autumn’s final full moon shines

on resin-stained hands.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 251, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 250

The gait of students—

under jagged vein of light;

winter break is near.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 250, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 249

Autumn’s last full moon—

jazz musicians seduce us,

calling with their horns.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 249, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 249, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 248

Light of gibbous moon—

jazz night at Peking Express;

scent of garlic lingers.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 248, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 248, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 247

Last night’s agave

meets this morning’s espresso;

last chance to rake leaves.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 246

Coffee and blues—

the homeless stand in chilling wind

while we read the Times.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 246, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 246, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

 

haiku no. 245

The howls and whispers—

the absence of morning light:

winter is coming.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 244

Think before you buy—

play in the late autumn air;

support local shops.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 244, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 244, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 243

A day unveiled,

another layer to see through—

dew drops on the wires.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 243, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 243, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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