Cornucopia
Gather me a brimming basket collect the dew on spider’s web hoard the hoarfrost, amass and store a scent of birdsong, spice of spring, my childhood tadpoles and the sound […]
Daily Archives: April 23, 2018
Scent of cardamom
This scent of cardamom; This tender tickling, touch of butterflies and worms, This lashing rain and pepper symphonies This silence and the way they talk about me with their fluorescent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 