Turn of time, again
The scent of spring — that essentialreek of soil, of earthworm, spice of oilsin blossoms that awake our spirits, areemotions, sorrows gone, an essence wrungfrom breath of winter gone, the […]
Monthly Archives: March 2024
Again, like before
First half of Marchstill ice follies, welisten for love callsof daffodil sentinelsgiving sun salutesand silver smiles,for soon-to-be spring,when tête-á-têtetogether, embracedwe’ll sing, like we did … before. Today Merril hosts dVerse […]
Never said no
Forgotten and lost, Julie walks along the frozen dirt road. With soles worn thin each stone hurts, and the claws of the icy wind find the rips in her old […]
Narcissus and Echo
I crave my shadow most which is forwhy … whyyour scent of bloom and subtle innuendos … doesleave my beating heart alone, my offspring … springdead, unborn, and with myself ensconced … oncebeside this […]
Seduced by words
Long ago he was young and greenstill uncorrupted by these scrollsuntouched by wisdom, words not seenhe swirled with music uncontrolledhe walked in scent of bloom and girlsand gazed for dreams […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 