Flower moon and fawns
When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. […]
Tag Archives: spring
Battlefield green
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
Laburnum and rain
It wasn’t the rain that evening in June, but the glare of laburnum, and his arms with your laughter. I watched you move closer; while closing your eyes. It wasn’t […]
A song of springtime
when sound is honey, music spiced with spring come sing, come spin come bare your feet come dance with me then dusk me gently swirl me dreams spun in honey […]
Tournesol
I tournesol, my face is glazed in slender rays. In birdsong symphonies days get longer. Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild Come snowdrops, crocus spring my heart. Paint […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 