Haiku Bob: round 16 – fingers of sun

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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