Saints get the first –
Magpies and seagulls
form huddles
blustery day –
Swan’s first half dozen
to collect his thoughts
noon chill –
players dropping marks
I blow into my hands
winter echoes –
Heater’s mark again
on the big screen
stop start wind –
forwards turn defenders
turn forwards
long winter –
Leigh Brown
becomes lifelike
wind in my bones –
Ball’s jumper
stained with grass
winter mist –
the coach bellows
to the huddle
dusk –
Wellingham weaves through fingers
of sun
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.
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