no. 465

Brewing espresso

While my children are sleeping…

But how can I write?

~Guillermo Delgado

IMG_3954.jpg

no. 465, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 462

Walking with children—

Everything is beautiful

After the snowfall.

~ Guillermo Delgado

IMG_7427

no. 462, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 461

The sun’s face peeks in—
Children hide under blankets;
Another coffee.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 461, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 461, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 422

Through the dying leaves,

light creeps towards my writing hand;

time is running out.

~Guillermo Delgado

Image

no. 422, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 416

Plutocrats conclude—

rip out democracy’s roots:

fifty public schools.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 415

Trampoline at dusk—

we lie on our backs and watch

amber-lit clouds drift.

no. 415, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 415, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 ~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 414

The sound of thunder—

western sky flashes and cracks;

Oklahoma weeps.

 ~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 401

The first warm spring day—

the teen boys think they’re so cool;

girls bunch and giggle.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 398

Young haiku poets

radiating on the stage,

there’s hope in this world.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 386

Respite from sad news:

the sound of children playing

on mid-April night.

~Guillermo Delgado
%d bloggers like this: