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

haiku no. 414

The sound of thunder—

western sky flashes and cracks;

Oklahoma weeps.

 ~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 405

First weekend in May—

I’m watching and listening:

sunset and laughter.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 404

On a cool spring night—

under majesty of stone:

Angela Davis.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 404, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 401

The first warm spring day—

the teen boys think they’re so cool;

girls bunch and giggle.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 400

Trees burst with light green—

Brewer’s Blackbirds peck at ground;

hodgepodge of insects.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 396

The sounds of chainsaws—

idling, revving, and grinding;

mourning the elm trees.

~Guillermo Delgado
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