late autumn sun
the joyful sounds
of a goal
clear skies
the full-forward
marking everything
clouds dissolve ~
the goal sneak evades
a tackle
crisp day
the full-forward
splits the middle
winter looms
we start losing
momentum
winter wind
our midfield cuts loose
briefly
fading light
the loose man drops
into the hole
unfurling flowers
Fasolo’s snap floods
the senses
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.
Old Mate Oxley must’ve been close.
Tromso in early July?
PF