Breeze
The breeze turning warm;leashed to the wolf-clouds of spring she lustfully broke our snowman to mush;once in the frost he was a sentinel-tallan icicle-pride of the garden,a man made of winter and snow;but […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Scent of snow
How can you name the scent of snow or the gentle kiss of frost? How can you set the sounds of dusk to music when it tastes of tears? How […]
The last dance & afterward
When the final song has trickled gently through the halls your hand is resting on my chest, my breath is nesting with your hair; I wonder how tonight may end […]
Come Lemon and Lime
O my amies, elevens of dollars and dimeswhen did we last have an oro to spendfor corrosion of chicks, come lemon and lime.My manos and braces are eager to bendto […]
Too good for being bad
I am the sea, the sky, I am horizons far awayyour joy and sorrow, both being bright and gray,it’s me, both business suit and farmhand’s pantsI’m burning ice, I’m flame, […]
