Haiku Bob – Round 9 – What light there is

 

 

autumn blast

the stadium rocks

with every goal

 

 

 

dry leaves

Fasolo provides

the spark

 

 

 

twirling leaves ~

handball after handball

turns them inside out

 

 

 

winter nears ~

the shadow of the grandstand

reaches the other wing

 

 

 

gaps in branches threading holes in their defence

 

 

 

the thrum

of the magpie’s wings ~

Howe takes flight

 

 

 

Autumn dusk ~

the beanpole catches

what light there is

 

 

 

bare trees the stadium echoes the winning goal

 

About rob scott

Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a Melbourne-born resident of Sweden who spent his adolsecence in Queensland. He has also had stints in Japan and The Netherlands but calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.

Comments

  1. Magnificent HB, but I have no idea what you’re on about!

  2. the beanpole catches
    what light there is

    One of your best HB.

  3. Phillip Dimitriadis says:

    Inspired stuff HB. Like JD love those lines. Pies turning over new leaves rather than the ball.

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