haiku no. 379

West-facing walls glow

while the daylight fades away;

Sunday evening blues.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 207

Off the snaking trail,

between the conifer trees—

I hear the leaves fall.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 207, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 143

Cool and damp evening—

I hear a lone cricket’s song;

my bones are weary.

 ~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 111

Mid-July evening—

I sit at an outdoor bar—

tequila with friends.

~Guillermo Delgado