On wings of trust
Against the black winged sky, a sultry sun plays peek a boo with winds — the tempest temptress. You… You pull me closer, closer, to the precipice. But yet a […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Another day awake
Everything looks different in reflection. We forget the cold and rainy mornings for the sunny few. We forget the bitter dregs left in our coffeecup for the first aromatic sip. […]
50 Happy Things for 2015: Bloggers Unite in Flood of Gratitude
For the words I read and write For emotions caught and music playing For the filaments of peace still extending For the Paris and the climate agreements For friends in […]
It’s not au revoir
Sip the parting from her lips, in tiptoe telling of goodbye. His fingers in his pocket crossed, Soon it’s lost. A single ticket (no return): it’s a secret sigh, A […]
Snaring lords a-leaping
Your nape is bent, with gentle weight of snow, the strands of hair reflecting light; as gold your eyes are tinsel under mistletoe. This night I shiver, bent in night […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 