On the edge of spring
Spring is water, sluggish creeks decaying scent of leaves the winter left, persistent drizzle, tears on cheek, but soon it’s green — spring is best. Linked to dVerse OLN where […]
Daily Archives: April 5, 2018
When even crows are silent
This weather is a nothingness of grey — More fog than rain, a moist defying pull of gravity that clings to skin with silky tentacles as adamant as pestilence; this […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 