Still life with apples
No more honey bees no bumblebees no butterflies no flies or moth no buzz of wilderness to pollinate and afterward silent orchard workers climb the trees to gently brush the […]
Daily Archives: January 27, 2020
I knew
When from the sea her wildness blew, Alone I watched the lighthouse shine through crested waves the ship and you, a way to shelter from her lethal brine. Alone I […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 