Consoling the moon
I know you should be blue — my winter moon. You should lend your sheen to snow; you should reflect yourself in ice and not in water. Winter should be […]
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Windflowers
How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze You’re its raven — […]
Existence
The raindrop clinging to the last of leaves in fall. The sound of snow melting in a moonlit garden. The cotton candy clouds capturing the first pink of dawn. The […]
Like a river
The pages of a new book, still unread, is like a river, tentative at first. The aged librarian never reads the blurb but lingers on the foreword he’s basking with […]
Not a fairy tale
He rode the bike of twilight when they met at dusk She was blinded, blissed groomed in grooves of him and rock’n’roll. She was a bombshell, feisty but made pill […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 