Never from flowers
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 (second stanza) You are not a mirror where reflected, I,can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored loveor honeysuckled dusk, never soft as dew; but […]
Tag Archives: nature
Midsummer night
As midsummer dusk crawls calmly over grass, through brush and thickets, with dew-retracted claws as careful as a sated stray-cat; suddenly aroused two blackbirds bicker over nest and egg, while […]
The last of the acorns
The last of acorns from my stately oak now rests; a poem in my open palm and echoes stories that the summer spoke, it tells of rainbows, storms and evening […]
Why heroes shouldn’t kill
As nature gradually reclaims its soil, the silence from the murdered herds is screaming from the trees. The awe we felt from bravery and stubborn stance has been replaced by […]
Epitaph to nature
mournful angels play muted trumpets solemnly melody of pain epitaph for dying woods fuming factory chimneys — February 20, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 