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 peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.


  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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