red leaves
the Bombers hold on
but soon fall away
opening skirmishes
sun ripples
across the ‘G
Anzac Day –
the shadows of the players
brush the crowd
in my new country
watching Collingwood
feels new
bright afternoon
the extra edge
in our play
autumn colours
goals of various
shades
the moon about to appear a flash of neon
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.
Black Cats under ladders
Apocalypse, how
Friday the thirteenth