haiku no. 310

Hot iron griddle—

well seasoned with nature’s fat;

pancakes in winter.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 310, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 296

Ice crystals clinging—

the horizon’s radiance

is very short-lived.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 296, Guillermo Delgado, 2013

haiku no. 219

Light behind stained glass

sparks flashbacks of burning wax—

autumn hymns and prayers.

~Guillermo Delgado

no. 219, Guillermo Delgado, 2012

haiku no. 44

My dear youngest son—

standing quietly at my bedside;

I’m trying to sleep in.

~Guillermo Delgado