Snow-laden boughs
During the past weekend, the autumn died. Winter entered with winds from the northeast carrying its load of snow born from evaporating the Baltic Sea. Snow has kept falling and […]
Category Archives: haiku
Thursday in October
Home-made pea soup has to be planned. We do it from yellow peas, and they have to soak overnight before they are cooked. We usually take a whole packet at […]
September plums
My father’s birthday was on September 13, and I still remember the year it was time to celebrate his 50th birthday. Guests were soon arriving when my little sister showed […]
A good night’s sleep
After returning from our through-hike along the Swedish mountain range I ponder the shelters that we found providing protection from rain, wind, and bloodsucking bugs. We carried a tent and […]
Last snowfall
In my dreams, I am in Kyiv.Between the air raid sirens, silence is unbearable, fluffy, like cotton wool. Sometimes the thunder of far-away mortar explosions and I imagine waiting, waiting […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 