autumn mist ~
each moment or two
Swan appears
the high-flyer
hangs in the air ~
crescent moon
leaves turn
here and there
Pendlebury
life
like Cloke’s kicking
unfathomable
clouds break off
the small forward
crumbs the pack
autumn mist
wiping out
the deficit
10 goals up
people crowd around
the exits
under heavy skies
a goal kicked
in vain
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.
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