Rot of September
Broken shadows across the cracked groundfrail elm trees succumb to the fall,apples are lost from the boughs,rodents ravage the spoil;that’s why Septemberis death, rot andremembranceof summerwe wasted,love welost Had to […]
Daily Archives: September 15, 2020
Tulipomaniac
Those plows, the gallant geese who leave uspaled in last anemic summer’s claws; while withered flowers stand as sentinels to our anamnesis while wemight comprehend how fall means falling further untilstilled […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 