I don’t hate Mondays
Today the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. The first snow. I had slept well but woke up at five, and unable to sleep any more I […]
Category Archives: haiku
The last of fall
The past week autumn colours are falling to the ground, dead leaves sticking to the wet asphalt, leaving skeletal trees as black shadows against an overcast sky. From time to […]
Mountain memories
Soon dusk and dawn will embrace in gloomy twilight, it goes so quickly after the autumn equinox. The past weekend we escaped briefly to see the mountains tinted in fall […]
Shrouded moon
This is the first time after summer when I think it will be dark enough for us to have a chance to see her friendly face. Overcast, but still I […]
Perfumed
May is perfumed with memories, the bird cherry bloom takes me back to the days I left high school, of leaving youth and childhood behind, drunk on cheap wine and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 