no. 466

The scent of coffee

And the windows wide open…

Possibilities.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 443

We ride in the cold…

The first stirrings of the sun—

Anticipation.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 443, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 443, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 442

The blue light arrives—

Darkness is slipping away:

A still life appears.

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 442, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 439

Sunrise at our backs,

Wheels roll a bit heavier—

Watch out for the skunk!

~ Guillermo Delgado

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no. 422

Through the dying leaves,

light creeps towards my writing hand;

time is running out.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 422, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 408

Morning in the ‘hood—

shadows slowly disappear;

chance to start over.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 408, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 408, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 370

The scent of coffee

mingles with burning butter…

my grandmother’s hands.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 360

On the eve of spring—

the stabbing cold and damp air:

lame winter’s revenge.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 360, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 360, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 356

Spring is approaching—

the word on the interwebs:

backyard birds chirpin’.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 330

The morning sunbeams—

light up the side of houses;

waking the runners.

~Guillermo Delgado
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