no. 466

The scent of coffee

And the windows wide open…

Possibilities.

~Guillermo Delgado

IMG_0488

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. 464

In this coffeehouse,
Daydreams of sun, dirt, and sweat…
Brown hands to white cups.

~Guillermo Delgado

IMG_0693

no. 464, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

 

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. 445

As I sip coffee,

I watch the birds land and hop:

January Thaw!

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 445, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 445, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

haiku no. 393

The piped-in jazz horns:

sedative for the rat race

while they sip coffee.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 370

The scent of coffee

mingles with burning butter…

my grandmother’s hands.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 359

Grey, muddy and cold—

I just want to drink coffee:

March in the Midwest.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 359, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 359, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 344

I sip burnt umber,

float over yellow ochre…

absorbing the blues.

 ~Guillermo Delgado
no. 344, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 344, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 337

Small town-Michigan:

Sunday morning coffee talk

on snow covered square.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 337, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 337, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

%d bloggers like this: