Hoarfrost in March
There are morningsjust beforesun has conquered the mistwhen hoarfrost stillcan stick to the twigs. When the soundof your skisis the only answerto night’s remaining silence,when nothing has been saidon whereor […]
Category Archives: poetry
Police Man on a White Horse
At dawnthe pale horseman arrivesin silencethrough the fieldsdragging in its shadowdemons and brutes, and as deathit smotherswith sickness and swordthe morning mirthof bedrooms and kitchens, and In its wakecorpses are […]
To be measured?
My love can not be measuredin the bloom of roses red orin the sweetness of a summer cherry,but as an artichoke in autumn. My love is not as a breeze […]
Windlashed
In windlashed rainwe bendto struggle windwardfor ideas,new perceptions,to connect the reasonwith its cause;so when we findthe doors we knowmuch betterthan before. Today I host Open Link at dVerse, and as […]
Still there’s life
Time is passinggentlymeasured by the wilting,by the sweetness of decayand by colors fading. Time is leavingstep by stepby lovers clingingto the scentpreserved as bookmarksin books forgotten. Time will stopby flowers […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 