haiku no. 360

On the eve of spring—

the stabbing cold and damp air:

lame winter’s revenge.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 360, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 360, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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. 352

Winter is ending—

long month of grey skies and mud;

March in the Midwest.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 352, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 352, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 327

Midwest winter blues—

in era of climate change,

it’s so confusing.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 337, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 337, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 301

Never-ending sprawl—

the smells of corn and doughnuts:

suburban wasteland.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 290

Waning crescent moon—

temperatures above normal,

I long for sledding.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 290, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 290, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 288

Sudden snow flurries—

in early January,

probably won’t stick.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 262

In mid-December,

we’re still waiting for winter…

just saw a snow plow!

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 262, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 262, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 254

Receding shorelines—

babies in open strollers,

where did winter go?

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 254, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 254, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 245

The howls and whispers—

the absence of morning light:

winter is coming.

~Guillermo Delgado
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