Candlemass
Halfway into the nascent light I noticed, on my morning walk, a pre-sunrise twilight making my wood-trek viable. I walked to the sound of cold snow squeaking underneath my feet. […]
Category Archives: haibun
Transition into waiting
November is crawling to its end and this is the last week before Advent when we truly start to measure the time until holidays. Now lights will come up, not […]
Awake in darkness
Is the sound that woke me rain pouring from the eaves, or is it ghosts bawling for injustices done? Is it branches moving with wind scratching the windowpanes or claws? […]
Leaves in fall
It is what leaves in fall, the geese, the light, the warmth of the sun and leaves that fall. It is what comes with force, the wind, the rain and […]
Day of labor
First day of September, starting at a new assignment. Unfamiliar, the office, new workmates and the problems, a project to be defined. Lunch-box, commuting and finding ways to fit a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 