A wasted day
When weather change from freezing into thaw the ice below moans melodies as if in pain. When anger of the wind turn faces puce and raw we huddle leeward from […]
Category Archives: Quadrille
Bad night
We’re waiting, smothered in this cheerless darkness of a dying year, waiting in this lack of light for another dawn to break, waiting for a listless dawn to break the […]
Chosen
When I’m low, when skies are grey with merry mirth please make my day, but take it slowly, dear, to cheer me up when you with toddies warm our cups. […]
Stay bedded if it’s raining
Honey, spoil me rotten with your kisses soft as cotton. be my missus, honey. Let’s be wedded when it’s sunny. We’ll stay bedded if it’s raining, and embracing with the […]
A mile of your laughter
Bring me your sunrise and in evening winks of your moon. Bring me a mile of your laughter and candyflossed words. Bring me a bat of your lashes and a […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 