Haiku Bob – Round 16: light years

 

final siren –

still hope

for me

 

 

 

 

full moon –

light years away

from a flag

 

 

 

 

empty nest –

no one to kick to

at full-forward

 

 

 

 

grey clouds –

Collingwood neither black

or white

 

 

 

 

MCG twilight –

the gathering gloom

in the coaches box

 

 

 

 

clouds roll in

our slender lead

disappears

 

 

 

 

though I know

it’s coming the jolt

of the siren