no. 440

As the train departs,

A fog swallows my city—

No more leaves to rake.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 440, 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

haiku no. 247

Last night’s agave

meets this morning’s espresso;

last chance to rake leaves.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 233

The decaying rat

on a bed of golden leaves…

the best I can do.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 233, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 233, 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

haiku no. 189

Falling and spinning,

between the spokes of my wheels—

tree leaves’ last hurrah.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 189, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 181

Late September winds

rustle the leaves and my heart;

two elm trees cut down.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 167

Race against the clock—

the crossing guard waves us through;

red leaves are falling.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 162

First of September—

remnants of the storm pass through—

leaves dance in the air.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 162, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 162, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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