A nightly walk – sonnet
I’m walking home across the moonlit heath To warmth of cottage yet another mile Oh, save me from the werewolf’s claw and teeth And other hellish critter bad and vile […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
A dead tree
A dead tree is full of life – Home for bugs and worms Food for woodpeckers Who also call it home It bringing up a family For preying buzzards The […]
Visual Dare- My grandfather’s farm
My first Visual Dare entry. A prompt for writing a 100 words story. Picture courtesy of the prompt. — Coming back across the plain to the farm of my grandparents, […]
How she lost the bike
She was nine and waking up A bicycle so red was hers today Learn to cycle was her goal So her father taught her well ~~ And she was cycling […]
Sunbeam of hope
In cloudy sky I wait for sun to come The rays of warmth that heat a frozen soul I’ve been infected and inside I’m numb But gone is the depression […]
