Hesitant
The autumn leaves, still hesitant to leave, are like my poems desperately seeking questions better fitting every manifold of vagrant answers waiting to decay. A very short poem written for […]
Daily Archives: October 28, 2019
The first All Hallow
The sunset was a pale sigh and walking through the cemetery my feet were leadlike; with darkness arriving I felt the burden of my mourning growing. A year had passed, […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 