no. 467

The crescent moonlight,

An old woman swatting bugs—

Summer is ending.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 467, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 457

As the train arrives,

The cicadas get louder;

Dream in the ethers.

~ Guillermo Delgado

No. 457, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

No. 457, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 434

On this desert trail…

Casting secrets to the wind—

We listen and wait.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 434, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 434, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 433

Lightness and darkness—

In and out of these spaces:

Thresholds to the heart.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 433, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 433, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

haiku no. 428

The pain in my knee

Dictates the pace that I run:

Smelling the flowers.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 428

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. 419

Racing clouds erase

crippling trivialities,

sky blue with promise.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 419, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 419, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

 

haiku no. 418

Early spring morning—

blanket of clouds spitting mist:

a day to reflect.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 417

A cup of Earl Grey—

steaming the hump-backed moon night;

bone-chilling spring winds.

 ~Guillermo Delgado
no. 417, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 417, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 

 

haiku no. 415

Trampoline at dusk—

we lie on our backs and watch

amber-lit clouds drift.

no. 415, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 415, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

 ~Guillermo Delgado
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