no. 438

Two strangers embrace—

Hold each other quietly:

Transfusion of joy.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 438, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 438, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 437

The end of summer—

Light shimmers from her dark eyes:

Waning crescent moons.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 437, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 437, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

 

 

 

no. 423

The ice on the leaves—

sparkles and draws me closer,

amid rotting fruit.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 423, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 423, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 422

Through the dying leaves,

light creeps towards my writing hand;

time is running out.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 422, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 257

Waning Gibbous Moon—

the day slips from my fingers,

winter is peeking.

~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. 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. 247

Last night’s agave

meets this morning’s espresso;

last chance to rake leaves.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

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

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