falling petals ~
another season gone
too soon
lingering winter ~
nothing that resembles
a goal
gloomy afternoon ~
another kick forward
gets us nowhere
sun breaks through ~
the playmaker
centers
creeping shadows ~
the back six
loses its nerve
a goal down in the last quarter I try not to watch
3 point loss ~
feeling the commentators
overdo the drama
last game defeat
how quickly the sun
sets
we miss the finals ~
enough grog in the house
to kill me
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.
Hey Haiku,
ya gunna write the finals?
onya
doors close; doors open.
with another winter gone
‘pies start pre-season.
(inspired by hb)