Dousing rod

Winter is waning

spring is around the corner

better times ahead

Yearning

A  creek meanders

through a barren wintry wood

waiting for robins

Twinkle, twinkle

When the night is dark

and clouds may cover the moon

look up, stars twinkle

Window to the soul

Stare at the image

and the image will stare back

lost in the abyss

Pure hope

Flowing saffron robes

the innocence of pure hope

strive to be mindful

Escape velocity

Arc, curve and ellipse

celestial mechanics

pure mathematics

Last Tango

Sensual movement

hot, passionate and precise

the music of love