Close to summer solstice
we dance to endless songs of birds
blackbirds, willow warblers
even nightingales,
it’s a time of endless dusks
almost seamlessly meeting dawn.
I remember being awake
dancing barefoot in the grass
drunk on strawberries and cream
until I fell into your arms… asleep.
Tomorrow at midsummer
we celebrate
eating new potatoes,
while slow dancing with summer.
Today I host dVerse Open Link Night at dVerse. We open at 9 PM Stockholm time, and there will be a live event to join on Saturday for those who can make it.
June 18, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A joyous and delightful poem
Midsummer should be happy
This is gorgeously rendered, Bjorn! I resonate with; “it’s a time of endless dusks almost seamlessly meeting dawn.” ❤️❤️
We have so much daylight and almost no night at this time of year
The almost no night of summer is your trade-off for your almost no day of winter. Do you think it’s a fair trade? Right now it is 🙂
Now it feels good
A delightful slow dance with summer, Björn! I love all the birdsong, and the thought of ‘dancing barefoot in the grass’.
I might try it tomorrow evening.
Bjorn, a delicious poem with a wonderful painting. Would like to step into either.
Thank you
You are welcome.
Wonderful.
Thank you
Fine midsummer work, Bjorn. And thanks for hosting the OLN!
My pleasure to host….
“slow dancing with summer”
Fitting, for the feeling as summer slips away.
Delightful and merry, like the way summer feels! Well done! 🫶