I am moon
I am moon, your silver maidnot your lover, not your foeI merely listen, never playsay me secrets, whisper who I am moon, your sentinela silent mirror, water, sandI spin you […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Paddle song
To carry boatsthe tent our housetraversing hillslakes and streamsthe sudden thrill,a grouse it seamsprotecting chickspretending sick, we meet the lakesset out in boatswith wind adriftwe let the paddles restin this, […]
Leaves in fall
It is what leaves in fall, the geese, the light, the warmth of the sun and leaves that fall. It is what comes with force, the wind, the rain and […]
Helplessly white
An apparitionin the shadows of duskthe released doveis hiding in vain; helplessly whitein an ebony woodas prayers for peacein a warmonger’s house; therefore staring at wallswe wait, we forgetthat once […]
The persuit of happiness
summer butterfliesa red balloon in a toddler’s handa warm puppy sleeping in your lappuddle-jumping &remembering the taste of freshstrawberries autumn harvestmaples ablaze when kissed by frostthe scent of new baked […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 