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. 439

Sunrise at our backs,

Wheels roll a bit heavier—

Watch out for the skunk!

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 424

November winds stir

the ghosts of twenty-nine men:

Edmund Fitzgerald.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 424, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 424, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

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. 421

November wind’s teeth–

chomps on the front of the line,

who needs a health club?

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 421, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 421, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 252

End of November—

the amber full moon rises;

brandy and cider.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 251

Between rows of trees—

autumn’s final full moon shines

on resin-stained hands.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 251, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 250

The gait of students—

under jagged vein of light;

winter break is near.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 250, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 249

Autumn’s last full moon—

jazz musicians seduce us,

calling with their horns.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 249, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 249, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 247

Last night’s agave

meets this morning’s espresso;

last chance to rake leaves.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

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