As days are getting shorter and summer has aged to a middle aged woman, nights are coming back and I will go to bed in darkness. I will be able to see again the moon spilling its silver in the lake, and though I know it cannot be sieved and turned into profit I will still treasure the return of such celestial richness.
ripened the wheatfield —
golden waves undulating
for the yawning wind
Vincent van Gogh
Today I return to blogging after being absent for a month. Frank hosts the haibun Monday at dVera with the word being silver.
August 4, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Welcome back, Björn! I love the idea that ‘summer has aged to a middle aged woman’. I’ve noticed the darker nights, the conkers on the horse chestnut, and orange leaves on our cherry tree. How lovely to see ’the moon spilling its silver’ again. I love the haiku, especially ‘the yawning wind’.
Thank you… the yawning wind felt like the late summer actually
It was seriously windy here today!
I love that term, “conkers”!
Where I go swimming there is a huge horse chestnut covered in conkers already. I picked two up yesterday and took them home for inspiration. They also keep spiders out of the house – I love spiders but my husband doesn’t!
I didn’t know that about spiders. I don’t think I’ve seen any horse chestnuts since I moved to Missouri. They were frequent enough when I lived in Western New York that I can recall drawing a poster-sized horse chestnut for a science project way back in eighth grade, almost sixty years ago. (Wow, I haven’t thought about that in a few decades!)
Welcome back Bjorn!
Thank you
Welcome back, Bjorn. You’ve been missed. Never really thought of the season’s colors linked with money but once seen…
luv the mix of gold and silver
Welcone back, i missed reading your poems
much♡love
Welcome back to daylight!
Hey there, Björn. I am also looking forward to the fall, but from down here in the red rock deserts of the United States, I have a far longer wait. I loved what you wrote, and the ability to look at lakes in the moonlight. Thank you for your fine poem.
What a beautiful piece of writing Björn, and welcome back 😊
Gorgeously wrought like silver and gold, Björn; glad to see you publishing again!
i missed you!!! good to see you and your poetry back. gorgeous writing, per usual ❤
Welcome back, Bjorn! What a splendid return, too! Love how you seamlessly blended silver and gold!
I love these lines!
though I know it cannot be sieved and turned into profit I will still treasure the return of such celestial richness.
Thee silver took me to the lake too! I loved summer end becoming the middle-aged woman! ☺️
That was gorgeous, Bjorn! I love your imagery.
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Welcome back! Days are getting shorter and I am happy you will once again be able to see the silver moon in her glory.
Wonderful, Bjorn–from first to last, this post is wonderful!
Lovely
I like your description of the moon on the water! Sometimes the silver that cannot be captured is the most precious!
I also thought of the moon on water. Such gold and silver is priceless as conveyed in your stunning haibun.
Björn, this has such a gentle dusk-to-dawn feel. I really like how you framed the moonlight as celestial richness—that’s exactly how it feels sometimes.
~David
You sure know how to paint such beautiful imagery in words. I as the reader, get to experience such gentleness in poetry.
Beautiful descriptions! Your love for your surroundings is palpable.
I love ‘celestial richness’.