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

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. 410

Tree blossoms tumbling—

every time they touch my skin:

I pedal harder.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 410, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 410, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 409

Planting ideas—

wise elders share their visions,

the clock is ticking.

~Guillermo Delgado

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

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