Turn of time, again
The scent of spring — that essentialreek of soil, of earthworm, spice of oilsin blossoms that awake our spirits, areemotions, sorrows gone, an essence wrungfrom breath of winter gone, the […]
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Again, like before
First half of Marchstill ice follies, welisten for love callsof daffodil sentinelsgiving sun salutesand silver smiles,for soon-to-be spring,when tête-á-têtetogether, embracedwe’ll sing, like we did … before. Today Merril hosts dVerse […]
Seduced by words
Long ago he was young and greenstill uncorrupted by these scrollsuntouched by wisdom, words not seenhe swirled with music uncontrolledhe walked in scent of bloom and girlsand gazed for dreams […]
Wishful thinking
A leap of faithto see, believein feathered hopefreed from ropesfor chance to bringa bliss to singbut in too deepwe fall bereavedfrom grace; from joy;we hope in vainto simply copefor strain […]
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 […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 