cross wind —
a betting slip
among the rotting leaves
no sunlight
on that side of the ground —
just Daisy
but for their whistles
the umpires
would disappear *
a chill
in the winter sun —
Swan scuffs his first kick
the first petal
separates..
Daisy’s one hander
another beautiful goal…
but footballers
will be footballers
rain-laden clouds
the goal to finish them off
still not kicked
* a nod to beloved poetess Kaga no Chiyo, also known as Chiyo-jo (1703-1775) this week. She penned the following:
koe nakuba / sagi ushinawamu / kesa no yuki
but for their voices
the heron’s would disappear –
this morning’s snow
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.
Beautiful HB.
Was that you I saw on TV being asked for comment about Coliingwood outside the G? If not it must have been your twin brother.
You’re back in Melbourne for 5 minutes and get on TV!
thanks dips.
wasn’t me ;)