Smile and sunshine,
Golden clouds to the West,
No reason t whine,
But time for a rest.
The sky is turning,
The oven’s fire burning,
Keeping us sheltered from winter’s cold,
Reading tales our grandfathers told.
Thus the winter goes by
With stormy and windy but also beautiful sky
We warm eachother’s heart,
So time till next spring won’t be hard.
(Jena, November 2002)