blowing by

i tried to see the wind…

    but dust flew in my eye.

i tried to see the breeze…

   but leaves kept blowing by.

~csr

a lullaby

if we hit the snooze

      repeatedly...

eventually

the alarm itself...

becomes a lullaby. 



~csr

balance of life

there are places

    colder...
    less hospitable...

and yet,

even the moon

holds it’s place
     in balance

     of life

~csr

burgeoning love ~ Haiti

throughout the country

rubble and ramshackle hope

screams mortality

shimmering above

a canopy of starlight

wispers subsistence

far off lands awake

compassion… like  seeds take root

with burgeoning love

~csr