no. 459

This cool breeze blowing
Through the glass and brick buildings,
Pushes my pencil.

~ Guillermo Delgado
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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. 235

In meetings all day—

shooting hoops with my student,

best idea yet.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 235, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 235, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 228

Far away from home—

in a field of rotting fruit,

I watch the sunset.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 228, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 228, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 218

Cold front engulfs us—

igniting fires within;

we espouse autumn.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 218, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 218, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

 

haiku no. 216

My boy jumps in bed,

tucks his head under my chin—

the sweetest minute.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 216, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 216, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 208

The wave of dried leaves—

tumbling and scraping the road;

bliss at a red light.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 208, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 208, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 207

Off the snaking trail,

between the conifer trees—

I hear the leaves fall.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 207, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 207, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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