They say only the south wind flattens grass
Not from the sunshine, late in September,not from the rains of October and though moonlight might brighten Novemberor the cold of Decemberthat covers the lake with its first paper-thin icethe […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Pledge
I bid you boldlywait a while, abide a bit while the moon is waning, waxing; linger, dear, until she’s full and spills her silverin the mountain tarnbeside our cabin door; listen, […]
Sisters
Silver starlit stings tonightseven sisters rise to greetskies of fall, escaping rain;softly humming lullabies,see them revel, dancingsultry sirens stir, but wheresulks she, their lost Merope? Today we are writing about […]
Sunset working from home
At home today, Monday, three o’clock and I go for tea. Only a few steps from my desk to the kettle: another habit; a short break, a brief relapse. But […]
Jisei (sunset)
by the precipice –basking in the setting sunlone forget-me-notsmulling over cloudscapessailing onwards and away Today we write Jisei (death-poems) at dVerse with Frank. It was a long time since I […]
