no. 435

Scent of conifers—

After a late summer storm:

Tonic for the soul.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 435, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 435, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 429

As the wind picks up,

The scent of spring rain arrives,

Should I stay or go?

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 429, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 429, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

 

haiku no. 383

Driving in the rain—

overly cautious drivers,

testing my patience.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 383, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 383, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 221

It’s raining ice here—

stinging my face while I walk;

wool is my best friend.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 221, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 221, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 205

Rain in October,

on the lakeshore-hugging drive—

anticipation.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 205, Guillermo Delgado, 2005

no. 205, Guillermo Delgado, 2005

haiku no. 182

Last night of summer—

winds blow and temperatures drop;

wet and empty streets.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 123

Morning after storm—

sun and clouds dance in puddles;

possibilities.

~Guillermo Delgado

no.122, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 7

My morning journal­:

a trickle in a swale—

harvesting the rain.

~Guillermo Delgado
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