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. 335

Car buried in snow–

espresso a mile away,

4 wheel drive… Oh yeah!

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 162

First of September—

remnants of the storm pass through—

leaves dance in the air.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 162, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 162, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 130

Embracing couple

lit by end of July moon—

wind dampens whispers.

~Guillermo Delgado

 

haiku no. 118

Entering the clouds,

my birth city fades away—

we fly toward a storm.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 117

Stormy summer night:

wide-eyed children in our bed—

frighten by thunder.

~Guillermo Delgado
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