haiku no. 125

Rain drops on my head—

in the misty green mountains;

full cup of coffee.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 125, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 125, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 124

Late July morning—

a cool breeze sweeps up my back;

bear tracks in the mud.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 124, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 124, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 123

Morning after storm—

sun and clouds dance in puddles;

possibilities.

~Guillermo Delgado

no.122, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 122

On a dusty path,

black ants scurry around me;

scent of a rainstorm.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 121

Café Cubano—

rumbera en el jardín—

luz y sombra dance.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 121, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 121, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

 

haiku no. 118

Entering the clouds,

my birth city fades away—

we fly toward a storm.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 117

Stormy summer night:

wide-eyed children in our bed—

frighten by thunder.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 115

Another warm night,

I can’t hear the crickets’ song;

air conditioner.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 111

Mid-July evening—

I sit at an outdoor bar—

tequila with friends.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 108

Magenta sunset—

Scissor-grinder Cicadas;

melancholy dreams.

~Guillermo Delgado
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