Autumn gust ~
the whole backline
swept aside
Autumn haze ~
not recalling a time
we looked this bad
twisted branches ~
the full forward
hangs out an arm
one leaf still clings slowly losing touch
lingering sun ~
a late goal from deep
in the pocket
sun between clouds ~
our latest comeback
snuffed out
10 goals down ~
the players’ shadows
sprawled across the turf
junk time ~
the umpire’s voice
loudest
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.
Exactly as I witnessed it HB. Albeit my sun was your clouds.
Love the Scott Pendlebury line. Just about my favourite footballer in another club. So unassuming. So effective.