November love
I carve the dusk with broken nailsI claw at lack of light, I crybetween my death and fever dreamswith soil in soul and ash to blazein embers of regrets, I […]
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Tasting the fall
The last Monday evening in November. I ponder gratitude. Not from fireworks or bloom, not from listening to birdsong or submerging in rose-perfume of June. In autumn only evergreens and […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 