no. 435

Scent of conifers—

After a late summer storm:

Tonic for the soul.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 435, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 337

Small town-Michigan:

Sunday morning coffee talk

on snow covered square.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 337, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 335

Car buried in snow–

espresso a mile away,

4 wheel drive… Oh yeah!

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 321

Along the lakeshore—

the sound of train horns blowing

breaks the icy air.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 321, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 320

Lansing, Michigan:

sipping bourbon—Donald Byrd;

winter storm brewing.

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 263

Rahm, Scott, Rick, and Mitch:

rats that feed from wealthy hands—

attack the workers.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 263, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 256

Public schools for sale:

in neighborhoods of color—

make up your own rules!

~Guillermo Delgado

haiku no. 249

Autumn’s last full moon—

jazz musicians seduce us,

calling with their horns.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 249, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 234

Blood and guts stained road—

preachers rant on the airwaves;

winter in her eyes.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 234, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 228

Far away from home—

in a field of rotting fruit,

I watch the sunset.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 228, Guillermo Delgado, 2012