no. 464

In this coffeehouse,
Daydreams of sun, dirt, and sweat…
Brown hands to white cups.

~Guillermo Delgado

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no. 464, Guillermo Delgado, 2016

 

no. 447

Waiting for the bus…

A stranger’s smile and greeting

Cracks the frozen sky.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 447, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 447, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 445

As I sip coffee,

I watch the birds land and hop:

January Thaw!

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 445, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

no. 445, Guillermo Delgado, 2015

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. 427

The youthful revelers

Roam and trample hallowed ground—

Winter’s skeletons.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 427, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 427, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

 

no. 426

Winter’s departure:

Runners coming out in shorts,

What a blinding sight!

 ~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 426, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 426, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

haiku no. 373

Bats swing and balls fly:

fathers and daughters practice—

April in the park.

 ~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 365

A year of haiku…

I’m itching to sit with spring—

blear-eyed from winter.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 359

Grey, muddy and cold—

I just want to drink coffee:

March in the Midwest.

~Guillermo Delgado
no. 359, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

no. 359, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 356

Spring is approaching—

the word on the interwebs:

backyard birds chirpin’.

~Guillermo Delgado
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