Peeping Tom
No snow, no ice, no winter, still not spring, as we are halfway to vernal equinox we wait both for spring and winter. Midway, in limbo, we listen to the […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Nectar
You dress in nectar,in the scentof symphonies,a melody for stringssolo violinand a base of drumsat night the single fluteat dawn the woodwinds blowset in major Cwith minor variationson the cembalowhen […]
While the Wind
Once what were the voiceof cronestheir winter cackle, our buried summersunnamed abused while wind still moanswhat means, arose the voice of mummersto make us calm, aware of secret caveswhere sea […]
From hinterland
Just a hint of salta gentle breezesweet and slowover farmland seaof rye and wheatfar from shipsand ports wherebread is bakedand rivers diein ocean surfswhere rain is bornto feed the fieldsof […]
What it is?
It’s not the ache nor a dutynot greednot sacrificenot possession or controlnot conditional or transactionalnot boundless in space nor in timeit can never be neglectedbut need to be nurtured neither […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 