haiku no. 313

Back to the mountain,

careful not to slip and fall—

I am almost there.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 313, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 313, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 312

In the Green Mountains,

on a wet and foggy night—

I long for a bed.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 312, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 312, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 312

A sudden rainstorm—

in the middle of winter;

all is quiet now.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 311

Sunset on her face—

groceries pulling her down;

she waits for the bus.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 311, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 311, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 310

Hot iron griddle—

well seasoned with nature’s fat;

pancakes in winter.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 310, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 310, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 309

I come from the ‘hood—

libraries are safe havens;

the gangsters don’t read.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 308

Standing in the cold—

workers wait to be let in,

for minimum wage.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 308, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 308, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 307

Before the sunrise—

an eerie silence wakes me,

finally winter!

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 307, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 307, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 306

Roosters on The Hill—

they crow and puff out their chests:

GOP charade.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 305

Coldest day in years—

it’s winter in Chicago,

what do you expect?

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 305, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 305, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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