When building a cabin
It is never the spike but the hammers that cause the damage from strikes; while breaking the laws and resilience of timber to build you a cabin burning warm in […]
Tag Archives: trees
A sapling found
O silent moon, divine, when velvet gowns are shed, your silver slips through fingertips of frozen branches while from the deeper downs, perfumed, a song of dryads cling; their lips […]
Your words: perfume
We are like oaks and let our roots entwine; when winter claws, untethered teeth are bared, our hearts beat slowly; closed are chests and shrines. We’re waiting, wishing that our […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – trees
Khalil Gibran wrote about trees: “Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness” […]
A chalice of barbiturate – a slanted sonnet
a summer’s day can be a tender kiss when smiling blackbirds sing from thicket’s caves but when the chainsaw screams and timber crash this sudden death in May erase my […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 