Dear Equinox
Come melt me, thaw me, lip me with your sips of sun dissolving snow. O light of March dear equinox come melt me. let me bubble throw my socks. Dance […]
Tag Archives: spring
Close to equinox
In blackbird mornings, with a sweetness greets us in the slant of rays; in licks of sun. When spun at dawn, the bike-path seems as streamed on gold, a necklace […]
How to wrap my words
In gold of dawn, when ink was river’s stream floating merrily among the silver trees verdancy of birches was sunlit dream But autumn comes with fading memories of diamond waterdrops, […]
To hide in purpleness
In this cascading purpleness your tears are falling flower leaves your fears are brittle butterflies you tear your hair as exercise cause in this crimson rain it hurts much less […]
Commuting
I look for little things: the goslings eating grass, the hues of green that change from day to day, the way the water ripple from the breeze. I listen for […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 