We have to climb again
We walk through the woods, with a slanting winter spring sun playing peek-a-boo among the birch trees hurling long shadows across our path. A thin crust of snow still covers […]
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Woodwalk
I walk into the verdant woods alonemy boots are drums and breeze in leaves the stringsa sudden bird-song interrupts; a fluteto hail the morning sun in open glades.I stroll without […]
The week of skrei
Later in the winter-spring icicles will lace the eaves, great tits welcome the dawn with their “si-da si-da”. I remember that as a kid they were less insistent singing “si-si-da […]
Winter-spring
Step by step the midwinter is passing into winter-spring. Days are getting a little bit longer and when the sky is clear, the sun may even caress you with a […]
Nothing to celebrate
Covid shadows still prowl in the footsteps of last year’s passing, and even if we are on the other side of solstice, daylight never gets brighter than dusk. The holiday […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 