no. 467

The crescent moonlight,

An old woman swatting bugs—

Summer is ending.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 467, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

no. 456

A summer sunset—

We pedal hard to catch it;

Race against the moon.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 456, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 456, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

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. 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. 431

On these foggy hills,

We listen to the rhythm

Of our breaths and chains.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 431, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 431, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

haiku no. 175

In the amber light—

these spinning wheels move me

over dew-stained roads.

~Guillermo Delgado
 no. 175, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 175, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 166

A young woman bikes

along the river trail—

flying through thick air.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 166, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 166, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 164

Labor Day weekend—

we play in the streets and parks;

respite from rat race.

 ~Guillermo Delgado
no. 164, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 164, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 163

Overcast morning;

whirly wind blows past my ears—

September secrets.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 163, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

no. 163, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

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

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