The final rest
The old discarded servant’s come to rest Beside the outhouse, waiting for the rust A blanket from the woods, of moss, is blessed Against the chilly mornings, his disgust ~~ […]
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Summer’s gone?
— Woke up this morning Grey and cold like autumn day It had been raining But had ceased at break of dawn Look deep in drawers Finding all the clothes […]
A mountain day
I dream Of walking home Across a mountain range And at the end of day a rest With you We sit At our fireplace at rest and talk About the […]
The threat of claws
As darkness creeps into my room Sends shivers deep into my bone I lie and wait impeding doom All quiet, just a silent moan ~~ Then suddenly a sound of […]
Spelunking or not
If out spelunking, do behave It’s dark and menacing in there The ghouls and trolls inside the cave Will scare you witless if you dare — In grotto dark as […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 