Wolf hour darkness
I would not call this spring, but according to meteorology we have now left the season of winter. The ground is still frozen, and ice covers most of the lakes […]
Category Archives: haiku
First day
Waking up with the memory of fireworks, my thoughts go to the troubled year stretching before us. So many days when matters may turn from bad to worse, so many […]
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 […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 