Underneath a helpless sky
Raise me with laughter of April daffodil-bells; lead me waist-deep in that perfume of sunshine-symphonies, turn me sapling-wild and kiss me savage on the opened soil of spring; where we […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
I’m all ears
I scavenge secrets that you softly whisper, to the darkness’ moon-wise sky. I sense your agonies, I sense the aftertaste of pillow-tears, I see the shadow-cries beneath your eyes, I […]
Asking the tree
Below unseen rest world-roots spinning bloom to buds of you and me, there beneath the firmament of wood the norns tend lifelines of our being, only they will know the […]
the muse of April
when in my undulating heartbeats I see silence only you bring songs of April newborn leaves you are the dancing sun-lit dust pretending to be stars you are rain on […]
The blackbird’s reason to sing
It was never the spring in itself causing the blackbird to sing but a lingering breeze from the west, bringing bending of boughs and burst to the buds, that brought […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 