Four Haiku



my heart became a bird

when she whispered my name



country cemetery

cows near the fence

gazing at the graves



after the harvest

geese in the field

feasting on leftovers



big yellow cat stalks

corn fieldÕs edge before finding

a place in the sun




Around the Sun


I donÕt know how to describe it

but something just doesnÕt feel right


doesnÕt feel like sunday to me

but my phone says itÕs sunday

right there on my home screen

and the Bears lost another game

so I guess it must be sunday

and it doesnÕt matter how I feel

the sun comes up each morning

and the earth goes right on

orbiting around the sun

and some days I feel lonely

and some days IÕm just alone

and the days keep growing shorter

at night

thereÕs a chill in the air

and it wonÕt be long


before we turn back the clocks

and spend most of our time

moving around in the dark


© James Babbs


Bio:  James Babbs is a writer, a dreamer, a three-time loser and an all-around nice guy who just wants to be left alone.  James is the author of Disturbing The Light(2013) & The Weight of Invisible Things(2013) and has hundreds of poems and a few short stories scattered all over the internet.