Time is passing
gently
measured by the wilting,
by the sweetness of decay
and by colors fading.
Time is leaving
step by step
by lovers clinging
to the scent
preserved as bookmarks
in books forgotten.
Time will stop
by flowers tethered
tightly into wreaths.
The Quadrille this week hosted by De at dVerse is written to the word of flowers.
February 10, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Simply gorgeous, Björn.
Thank you 🙂
nice one, Björn
Thanks for dropping by my blog
much love
Thank you 🙂
Love that “tethered tightly.” Beautiful, Bjorn.
Thanks
Delicious and gorgeous, Björn.
Thank you so much