wood stove

by walterdoege

the winter is running away, but the feeling of winter is inside me…the spring is just arrived…flowers blossom…trees blossom in many colours…yellow, pinky, blue…from one window I can see the clourful nature…perhaps to remember the beauty and the joy…I take care of my old wood stove…it’s not for cooking nor for heating…but to remember old times…and sweet reveries…from another stove I could get a batch of biscuits…to send to nature, and all peoples…and all friends of mine…friendship is worthy, so worthy for me…close to joy…be a friend is a wonderful gift…and sense that inside frienship the ever love remains joyously