no. 436

This summer landscape

Swelters and disintegrates

With each passing mile.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 436, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 436, 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

no. 432

The sound of water—

From under the runner’s soles:

Birdsong interlude.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 432, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 432, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

haiku no. 428

The pain in my knee

Dictates the pace that I run:

Smelling the flowers.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 428

haiku no. 330

The morning sunbeams—

light up the side of houses;

waking the runners.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 240

 Girls in hot pursuit—

peacocks dart for the bushes;

parents stare at phones.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 218

Cold front engulfs us—

igniting fires within;

we espouse autumn.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 218, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 218, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

 

haiku no. 195

Under the beech tree,

a child waits for leaves to fall—

running with the wind.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 195, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 195, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 191

Runners toe the line,

last night’s harvest moon descends—

a blast of cold air.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 169

Weekend warriors:

folks with energy to spare—

no laborers here.

~Guillermo Delgado
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