they fall and fall
at the feet of Cloke
autumn leaves
mid-April
the trees and the coach
turning red
autumn colour
the tattooed rover
adds his
leaves
between holding on and dropping
umpire says play-on
a goal
no one could miss
is missed
deep in the pocket
Cloke in the shine
of the dying sun
crisp autumn air
difference between the teams
clear-cut
About rob scott
Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.
Magic HB!
Happy Anzac Day & Floreat Pica.
Lest We Forget….
Yes that is a beauty HB.
autumn colour
the tattooed rover
adds his
one of the best verses of all HB time